I wished I was in Austin in the Chili Parlour Bar
Drinking Mad Dog Margaritas and not caring where you are
But here I sit in Dublin just rolling cigarettes
Holding back and choking back the shakes with every breath.
So forgive me all my anger
Forgive me all my faults
There's no need to forgive me
For thinking all I thought
I loved you from the get go
And I'll love you till I die
I loved you on the Spanish steps
The day you said goodbye.
I am just a poor boy, hard work's my middle name
If money was the reason, I would not be the same
I'll stand up and be counted, I'll face up to the truth
I can walk away from trouble, but I can't walk away from you.
I have seen the David, and the Mona Lisa too
And I have heard Doc Watson play Columbus Stockade Blues
I have been to Fort Worth, and I have been to Spain
And I have been to proud to come in out of the rain.