Meine Texte zum Nachhören und Nachlesen

There's a sandy ole desert in New Mexico
Where vultures are crouching on wooden graves
Their eyes are flicking 'long the horizon
They accept their fates as desert's good slaves

Oh yeah, I'm singing the ole desert blues

One lonesome day in this waste place
There comes an old man down along
Wrinkles bespangle the well-dried face
And he's whistling a real unknown song

Oh yeah, I'm singing the ole desert blues

While some spiders are trying to fly
A whirlwind's casually passing the ground
The vultures are scouring loudlessly the sky
The wind is making magnificant sounds

Oh yeah, I'm singing the ole desert blues

The yellow-grey sand is terribly burning
Somewhere are lying decayed rotten bones
The sudden taste of sourness is turning
Old man passionately clashing flintstones

Oh yeah, I'm singing the ole desert blues