Desert Blues Lyrics

by d**key Betts, Warren Haynes
Copyright 1991 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc.

Transcribed by Ed Luskey
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.
Uncle George calling 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 a*s 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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