I came to a high place of darkness
and light.
The dividing line ran through
the center of town.
I hitched up my pony to a
post on the right,
Went in to a laundry to wash
my clothes down.
A man in the corner approached
me for a match.
I knew right away he was not
ordinary.
He said, "Are you lookin'
for somethin' easy to catch?"
I said, "I got no money."
He said, "That ain't necessary."
We set out that night for the
cold in the North.
I gave him my blanket, he
gave me his word.
I said, "Where are we goin'?"
He said we'd be back by the fourth.
I said, "That's the best news
that I've ever heard."
I was thinkin' about turquoise,
I was thinkin' about gold,
I was thinkin' about diamonds
and the world's biggest necklace.
As we rode through the canyons,
through the devilish cold,
I was thinkin' about Isis,
how she thought I was so reckless.
How she told me that one day
we would meet up again,
And things would be different
the next time we wed,
If I only could hang on and
just be her friend.
I still can't remember all
the best things she said.
We came to the pyramids all
embedded in ice.
He said, "There's a body I'm
tryin' to find.
If I carry it out it'll bring
a good price."
'Twas then that I knew what
he had on his mind.
The wind it was howlin' and
the snow was outrageous.
We chopped through the night
and we chopped through the dawn.
When he died I was hopin'
that it wasn't contagious,
But I made up my mind that
I had to go on.
I broke into the tomb, but
the casket was empty.
There was no jewels, no nothin',
I felt I'd been had.
When I saw that my partner
was just bein' friendly,
When I took up his offer I
must-a been mad.
I picked up his body and I
dragged him inside,
Threw him down in the hole
and I put back the cover.
I said a quick prayer and
I felt satisfied.
Then I rode back to find Isis
just to tell her I love her.
She was there in the meadow
where the creek used to rise.
Blinded by sleep and in need
of a bed,
I came in from the East with
the sun in my eyes.
I cursed her one time then
I rode on ahead.
She said, "Where ya been?"
I said, "No place special."
She said, "You look different."
I said, "Well, not quite."
She said, "You been gone."
I said, "That's only natural."
She said, "You gonna stay?"
I said, "Yeah, I jes might."
Isis, oh, Isis, you mystical
child.
What drives me to you is what
drives me insane.
I still can remember the way
that you smiled
On the fifth day of May in
the drizzlin' rain.
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