Allman Brothers Band, The - Desert Blues

by Dickey Betts, Warren Haynes
Copyright 1991 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.

Can`t get no this,
and I can`t get no that,
can`t get no you know,
I don`t even know where it`s at.
Ain`t got the smoke and uh, ain`t no booze,
Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes I do.
Um, a George Carlin said I had to go,
just what he wanted I did not know,
I`m over here dug in so far from home,
lookin` all around try and see what`s going on.
I got the sand in my collar,
Got the sand in my hair,
Got it in my pockets,
Got it everywhere.
I got sand in my shirt,
Got it in my shoes,
Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes I do, how how how.
Joined up in the army
where it was hard to find,
End up over here, got my ass on the line,
but I`ll be right here until my work is done,
if I get back home I hope I never see no more guns.
Here across the ocean,
I left some of my good friends behind,
I hope somebody`s thinking about me,
especially that sweet little woman of mine.
Can`t get no this,
and I can`t get no that,
can`t get no you know,
I don`t even know where it`s at.
Sand in my collar,
got the sand in my hair,
got it in my pockets,
got it everywhere.
I got sand in my shirt,
got it in my shoes,
got them low down dried out desert blues,
yes I do.