60 Hours In Albuquerque

We met in Albuquerque in a dim and crowded bar
(Thirty-six hundred, Thirty-six hundred minutes)
A cowboy served me whisky and you drank from your jar
(Thirty-six hundred, Thirty-six hundred minutes)
The streets were lined with hookers and they didn’t like my face
(Thirty-six hundred, Thirty-six hundred minutes)
You took me to a motel — all night you kept me safe
(Thirty-six hundred, Thirty-six hundred minutes)
Walk to a bar — order a drink — start to think about something pink
Order a drink — the colour pink — that makes you think about something pink
Drink, Drink, the colour pink, wake up the next day with a head that’s pink
I think I’ll never ever drink the drink that’s pink again!
60 hours and I’ll be leaving, 60 hours and I’ll be on that train
(Thirty-six hundred, Thirty-six hundred minutes)
60 hours and I’ll be leaving, 60 hours you’ll forget my name
(Thirty-six hundred, Thirty-six hundred minutes)