The Dreamer Amigo the Devil

I'm so god-damned tired of whistling
I'm so lonesome I could cry
And your eyes, they look like diamonds
Still stuck inside the mines
I'll dig 'em out

And I know that you are waiting around
To find the right man, you say
But the thing about taking your time
It takes it right back, someday
No one deserves my world quite like you do
And it's true, I hate everything but you

So tonight, I'll follow you home
And start up a fire that'll keep us both warm
And I'll drag my lips up your thighs
Wait till you open your eyes
When I'll hold you real still
And if I can't have you, nobody will

Winter was leaving early
That chill to the bone
And I kissed you every morning
As the wind whistled on
But God's humor did too