I am wearing old boots with high Cuban heels
Our souls, they are worn and we stand here by grace
My trousers are torn and my jacket is borrowed
And I'm wearing my time behind the eyes in my face
I am not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks
I don't want four roses or water
I'm not looking for God, I'm not looking for sex
I've worn out my welcome in certain small circles
In Spanish bordellos and confederate states
But there is an angel in leathers and kindness
Who whispers my name beyond heaven's gate
I am not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks
I don't want four roses or water
I'm not looking for God, I'm not looking for sex
And all the true believers are out on the road tonight
No matter what happens, you know they'll be okay
Well "Rock and Roll Gypsies" was the last song we sang
By Hearts and Flowers down in old Santa Fe
Now I have a mission and a small code of honor
To stand and deliver by whatever measures
And the message I carry is by Rainer Marie Rilke
He said "Our fears are like dragons guarding our most precious treasures"
I am not looking for loose diamonds
Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks
I don't want four roses or water
I'm not looking for God, I'm not looking for sex
