The Messenger

G D I am wearing old boots with high cuban heels Cadd9 G D Our souls they are worn and we stand here by grace G D My trousers are torn and my jacket is borrowed C G D I am wearing my time behind the eyes in my face C G I am not looking for loose diamonds C G D Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks G D C I don't want for roses or water, I am not looking for God D G I am not looking for s*x G D I've worn out my welcome in certain small circles C G D In Spanish bordellos and confederate states G D But there is an angel in leathers and kindness C G D Who whispers my name beyond heaven's gate C G I am not looking for loose diamonds C G D Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks G D C I don't want for roses or water, I am not looking for God D G I am not looking for s*x Em D All the true believers are out on the road tonite C G D No matter what happens, you know they'll be okay Em D And to the rock and roll gypsies may the last song you sing C D Be by Townes Van Zandt and down in old Santa Fe G D Now I have a mission and a small code of honor C D To stand and deliver by whatever measures G D And the message I give you from this old poet C G C D D He said "Our fears are like dragons guarding our precious treasures” C G I am not looking for loose diamonds C G D Or pretty girls with crosses around their necks G D C I don't want for roses or water, I am not looking for God D G I am not looking for s*x