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Ole Desert Blues
The Ole Desert Blues
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
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