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Desert Blues

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

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written by WARREN HAYNES, FORREST RICHARD BETTS

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