Cold of the Desert Wind
I threw all my bags in the backseat of my girlfriend's Pickup truck,
She's my only friend
Quick stop at the liquor store, beer for me, clear for Her,
I'm thinking here we go again
Most nights we just hit the road, sleep out in the Back,
In the cold of the desert wind
When the money runs low, we pick a spot and make 'Em reach up to the sky,
They're thinking here we go again
Here we go again, here we go again
We look at the ground, shake our head, wonder how It got like this,
In the cold of the desert wind
A policeman out of Santa Fe caught up to our trail, I Thought this might be the end,
But she shot out both his blue eyes
And I buried him in the sand,
In the cold of the desert wind
Here we go again, here we go again
We look at the ground, shake our head, wondering How it got like this, in the cold of the desert wind
Well we cover our tracks and keep on moving till we Find another home,
Feels like home's just a place to die
When you've had the lives that we've had and I Don't expect you to understand,
You do what you do to survive
You say here I go again
Here I go again, you look at the ground, shake your Head, wondering how it got like this, in the cold of The desert wind
We look at the ground, shake our head, wondering How it got like this, in the cold of the desert wind
She's my only friend
Quick stop at the liquor store, beer for me, clear for Her,
I'm thinking here we go again
Most nights we just hit the road, sleep out in the Back,
In the cold of the desert wind
When the money runs low, we pick a spot and make 'Em reach up to the sky,
They're thinking here we go again
Here we go again, here we go again
We look at the ground, shake our head, wonder how It got like this,
In the cold of the desert wind
A policeman out of Santa Fe caught up to our trail, I Thought this might be the end,
But she shot out both his blue eyes
And I buried him in the sand,
In the cold of the desert wind
Here we go again, here we go again
We look at the ground, shake our head, wondering How it got like this, in the cold of the desert wind
Well we cover our tracks and keep on moving till we Find another home,
Feels like home's just a place to die
When you've had the lives that we've had and I Don't expect you to understand,
You do what you do to survive
You say here I go again
Here I go again, you look at the ground, shake your Head, wondering how it got like this, in the cold of The desert wind
We look at the ground, shake our head, wondering How it got like this, in the cold of the desert wind
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Writer(s): Lance Rogers
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