Matt Cox

Lyrics

PALACE OF THE SUN
Billy came down from Houston
With a suitcase and a gun
Across the Rio Grande
No one really knew what he done
He was the father of five children
But, they say that his first born son
Took a bullet in Afghanistan 
On the day he turned twenty-one
Goodbye Rosie
Rosie goodbye I’ve gotta run
Boys around the table
Are pulling out big guns
Via con dios
I’ll meet you at the Palace Of The Sun
On a beach near Playa Del Carmen
There sat Rosie one afternoon
She had skin like Spanish leather 
And her hair smelled like sweet perfume
In a dirty-lit cantina they called
The Palace Of The Sun
They drank mezcal margaritas
And Coconuts full of rum
(chorus)
But, he couldn’t escape the memories 
Of the life he’d left behind 
And they say that a deep depression
Swallowed up poor Billy’s mind
They found him on a Sunday
Just before the evening tide
With a bottle in his left hand 
And a letter in his right
(chorus)
 
(c)2018
Matt Cox/ASCAP