Lyrics

Your woman took off she’s in Lampasas, best not to distract a soldier at war.
The battle you’re fighting is thick as molasses, sticky & sweet down to its core.

Your woman is alone there in Lampasas solitarily she sits on a stool.
Her ears hear fine music, her tongue burns with whiskey, her eyes watch the men playing rounds of pool.

Warrior beware there’s pain in your absence brave though you may be to go it alone.
You’ve gone & chased off that woman all the way to Lampasas, & she’s changed the locks on her sacred door.

Yet she thinks of you only in Lampasas tenderly caress the skin of your ghost. & she burns out a prayer all fiery and feverish victory for the man she loves most!

& she burns out a prayer all fiery and feverish victory for the man she loves most!