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