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In the Desert

Oh in the desert my horse walks on, across the big empty, through the miles long, this great big desert, red rock and stone, a wide, endless nothing, such a long way from home. When the water runs low, when the sun sits high, I see the vultures circlin’ in the sky. I curse this place, why must it be my way? When I reach my home, there will I stay. Oh this great desert, silent and still, no chittering critters, there’s no found to fill the days and nighttime, no coyotes, it makes a man anxious, makes a man crazy. When the water run slow, when the food’s stretched thin, gotta walk my horse so I don’t kill him. I curse this place, it’s no land to roam, and I long to be safe in my home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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