In the stories about sweet sweet love my favorite was the end
Somehow I chewed right through the rope then hit the ground again
She's going back tomorrow [?] tales of what was done
Staying there right from the start I chased the setting sun
Setting sun
You can tell them all about me when I'm done
Setting sun
You can tell them all about me how I chased the setting sun
She's howling 'bout my cruelty for any who will hear
About the things I string at home and make the cover clear
She can tell them all about stories but I won't need to defend
I leave tonight [?] good times [?] again
Setting sun
You can tell them all about me when I'm done
Setting sun
You can tell them all about me how I chased the setting sun
We'll ride about and care aloud some glad and gilded song
About a red dirt river road with thrills to tag along
That's too much tether in this world I'm glad to do my part
I've ripped in every root and road then [?] her heart
Setting sun
You can tell them all about me when I'm done
Setting sun
You can tell them all about me how I chased the setting sun
You can tell them all about me how I chased the setting sun
You can tell them all about me how I chased the setting sun
