“Open Gate”

I was hunkered down in a fifth wheel,
on the outskirts of Laredo (o o-o-o).
A pour man searchin’ for his soul.
I traveled across the border, on a vacate I couldn’t behold,
and now I’m held up in some shabby, quaint tent pole.

Two feet blind, old wine time.
I know right now it’s a no (o no).
But if you change your mind.

I’ve Got an Open Gate (a a-a) in Catarina.
Some Might Say I Took a Pointless Fall.
But the Way I See It I’m Not Home.
and There’s Many Nights I’ll Be Alone.
But My Open Gate Stays Open for Last Call.
I’ve Got Nothing to Prove at All.

(in Catarina)

It was rainin’ all day in Carrizo Springs,
but it was in the fall (a a-a-a).
The leaves weren’t turning brown, the deserts dry.
My horse and me donned an outhouse, a mirage we mused showed the light,
and now were thirsty drinkin’ moonshine, like watering ice.

Six feet’s fine, father times blind.
You never shake your head yes (whoa no).
But if we turn our signs.

You’ll Find an Open Gate (a a-a) in Catarina.
Am I Worthy Enough to Brace Your Fall.
Today I Believe I’ve Grown,
‘Cuz I Know You Won’t Be Home Alone.
And Yet My Open Gates Wide Open, for You Girl.
You’ve Got Some Lovin’ to Lose, and My World.

Solo:

The sun rose slow on Uvalde,
and showed the red dirt of old Mexico (o o-o-o).
There a poor man, tries to build his home.
On this side of the river, we might placate our troubles are low.
But I promise the wind blows fiercely, and skies explode.

One, two, three, peekaboo it’s me.
As I look in your eyes maybe (e-e-e-e).
But if we become we in love.

I’m Your Open Gate (a a-a) in Catarina.
Only You and Me, Could Ever Survive This Fall.
Us Together Is Where We’ll Call Home,
and Forever and Ever We’ll Roam.
We’ll Leave the Open Gate, Wide Open On and On.
We’ve Got Some, Lovin’ to Share Before Dawn.
Before the Dawn.
Good Mornin' Honey, It’s Dawn.

Music and Lyrics, 2018: Peter J. Beauchemin