I had a fortune cookie
Boy, and things are looking up
Took a big long sip
From a menstrual cup
I feel the rhythm in my knees
Oh me
Oh me oh my
The iron horse is on the fly
13 years a-nesting
N she never called my bluff
But yesterday she told me
Oh boy, I’ve had enough
Once a lover now a stranger
Oh me
Oh me oh my
The iron horse is on the fly
Nightfall on the high plains
The moon is hanging low
Feel the engine roarin
Hear that lonesome whistle blow
Her flesh in love with burning arrows
Dancing on hot sand
Her pale skin embracing
The redness of her blood
With shadows in her mouth she speaks
Oh me
Oh me oh my
The iron horse is on the fly
Porcupine of Cheyenne
Defeated, low and weak
The iron horse is raking distance
Thundering through Plum Creek
Murdered in the crossfire
Oh me
Oh me oh my
The iron horse is on the fly
These greasy tears will never dry
The sun has gone and so must I
Soulful guitar interplay form the heart of this lovely Americana collaboration from Dave Alvin and Jimmie Dale Gilmore. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 2, 2018
This compilation showcasing the new sound of folk, psych, and Americana benefits the Freedom of the Press Foundation. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 9, 2018