The Pine Box Boys — The Beauty in Her Face lyrics

Lyrics

It was a dark, dusty road in west Texas where a young cowboy thumbed down a ride
Got in the truck with a suitcase and a fiddle and a bag he kept by his side
The farmer could see that this young man was broken by thunder that pealed in
his mind
So he offered his bottle of tequila and tuned the radio to see what he would
find
By-and-by, the young man grew a bit more social, concealing the worries in his
head
Said he didn’t care for the mariachi on the radio, would he mind if he tuned
something else instead?
The moon was new, the night was black as a Bible, the radio glowed upon his face
He grew still as he fiddled with the dial, tuning signals that came from outer
space
Adjusting the mirror the better to regard him, the farmer asked how far he
planned to go
The cowboy asked if he would take him across the border, and after that he
really didn’t know
The farmer said: Hijo, I can see that you are troubled by things that I don’t
think you can outrun
But I will take you far across the border if you’ll use my ears and tell me
what you’ve done
They kept the silence for another mile and the cowboy flipped his cigarette
outside
Then he took another pull from the bottle while the truth searched for words on
which to ride
He said: I fell in love with a girl who played the fiddle and the way she held
the bow within her hand
But my heart was broken by a promise she had given to a luckier man
Before I could go I just knew I had to find her and take with me the memory of
her face
The night was starless as I stood before the lady, tuned in signals that came
from outer space
No one could find her on the day she was to marry, and they left the church
fearful of the cause
The next day someone found a woman’s body, but no one could be sure just who
she was
Sometimes when I’m dialing on the radio I think I hear a fiddle start to play
But I can never tune in the signal, and I never hear what she’s trying to say
The farmer said: Hijo, I don’t think that you will find her, and this journey
will only lead your way to Hell
You must go back and stand upon the gallows -- I recon that’s what the signal’s
trying to tell
The police stopped them as they tried to cross at Roma, and he nodded when they
read him his rights
In the truck he left the suitcase and the fiddle and the bag he’d kept by his
side
The farmer took the bag and he looked there inside it and was struck by the
beauty in her face
In the dark with all the sorrow and the horror and the signals that came from
outer space