Silver Palomino-Bruce Springsteen

[ti:Silver Palomino(Album Version)] [ar:Bruce Springsteen] [al:Devils & Dust] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Silver Palomino - Bruce Springsteen [00:03.91]A mother dies leaving her young son [00:04.19]To come to terms with the loss [00:04.19]In remembrance of Fiona Chappel [00:04.19]For her sons Tyler and Oliver [00:04.19]I was barely 13 years old [00:15.09] [00:15.71]She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold [00:21.65]Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow [00:27.84]My silver palomino [00:30.47] [00:31.53]Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground [00:34.78] [00:35.72]I lie in bed and listen to the sound [00:39.09] [00:40.15]Of the west Texas thunder roll [00:44.85]My silver palomino [00:47.03] [00:51.78]I track her into the mountains she loved [00:55.28] [00:56.09]Watch her from the rocks above [00:59.03] [01:00.03]She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows [01:04.66]My silver palomino [01:06.41] [01:07.53]Our mustaÑeros were the very best sir [01:11.72]But they could never lay a rope on her [01:16.41] [01:18.04]No corral will ever hold [01:20.47] [01:22.10]The silver palomino [01:24.56] [01:27.57]In my dreams bareback I ride [01:29.76] [01:31.44]Over the pradera low and wide [01:34.32] [01:35.88]As the wind sweeps out the draw [01:37.82]'Cross the scrub desert floor [01:41.75] [01:44.63]I'd give my riata and spurs [01:47.13] [01:47.69]If I could be forever yours [01:51.29] [01:53.23]I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes [01:56.17] [01:56.79]For my silver palomino [01:59.60] [02:11.42]Summer drought come hard that year [02:13.91] [02:14.98]Our herd grazed the land so bare [02:17.48] [02:18.79]Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear [02:22.98] [02:24.42]And mother your hand slipped from my hair [02:32.04]Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl the stars aglow [02:35.60]I saddle up my red roan [02:37.92]I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone [02:43.92] [02:44.85]Where the air is still with the coming snow [02:47.80] [02:49.35]As I rise higher I can smell your hair [02:53.23] [02:54.61]The scent of your skin mother fills the air [02:58.73] [03:00.29]'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows [03:04.23] [03:05.80]I watch the silver palomino