Susanna Clark
If they`ll play another love song;
And if that Miller Highlife sign stays dim;
And if you`ll keep my glass full of whiskey,
I`ll whisper words I wish I`d said to him.
Just ask me to dance all the slow ones.
Hold me close and take me `cross the floor.
I`ll gently lay my head on your shoulder,
And pretend this never happened before.
I don`t want to hear a sad story.
We both already know how it goes.
But if, tonight, you`ll be my tall dark stranger,
I`ll be your San Antone Rose.
Well, I wish I could tell you I love you.
I wish that he weren`t always on my mind.
If wishes were fast trains to Texas,
Oh, I`d ride and I`d ride; how I`d ride.
I don`t want to hear a sad story.
We both already know how it goes.
But if, tonight, you`ll be my tall dark stranger,
I`ll be your San Antone Rose.
I`ll be your San Antone Rose.