Lyrics

Lean in closer - I can't speak too loud. Son, I told her I'd come back to town. Before your mother, there was another - she's had my heart ever since I was twenty, busking for money back in old Kingman. ~Her name was Rita - hair like a desert sunset. Best working girl I believe I ever have met. We started dreaming, both of us leaving - building our own homestead. But that depression, taught us a lesson back in old Kingman. ~I packed my suitcase - left in early morn. Wrote a note saying, "There's work in Californ. When I get settled and shake the devil, I'll save every cent. I'll bring that money home to you honey back in old Kingman. ~One year later, I packed two cases. One filled with clothes and the other filled with tens. I started smiling, my car climbing toward my baby again. But then I found her deep in the ground there back in old Kingman. ~I took that money and bought a proper headstone. I cried for weeks and I never left her alone. I made a promise that's now upon us - I need to know you'll keep it. When I die lay me next to my baby back in old Kingman.