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.
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