I walk to the sagebrush silence of the dead Shout down in the canyon, echoing in my head I'm living the same dream I knew as a pup I wouldn't trade nothing nor have given it up Trouble on the horizon, better stay out of sight I'll marry a good man, who'll put up a good fight For all the right reasons and a couple of beers At Pappy and Harriet's should have drown in my tears
At last I understand I'll never leave this desert land Tomorrow breeds new ecstasies As leader of my own band
Visions of Moses out smokin' his weed Turned off at a truckstop 'neath a joshua tree Friends to the end faithful like bride to the groom Chasing down shadows by the light of the moon
At last I understand That memory is desert land Tomorrow breeds no ecstasies As leader of my own band
The county road's open still droppin' below When it's the season I'm going to play it like bo Gonna hallow my old haunts swing back to the yard Circle down around my bed when living is too hardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
