Let The Desert Wind Blow

When you’re lying broken on the floor

And it seems there ain't no point no more

The whisky bottle is no longer your friend

Shattered glass crying, never there till the end

‘Twas spring when she left with your best friend

The whiskey glass found ya, you just can't comprehend

They left for Winsconsin in the dead of the night

Just a note on the pillow, well that just ain't right

So come on, let the desert wind blow

The Arizona sky just don't want ya to go

Pick yourself up, please don't despair

The Indians drums will lift you up from there

When the summer time came his new friend took hold

He lost his job he'd had since he was fifteen years old

His days were spent on a stool in a bar

Until one night he crashed his car

By the time fall came his bills stayed unpaid

So his nights were spent on a bench where he laid

The only thanks he was giving

Was the money tossed on the floor where he was sitting

The winter arrived he lay frozen on the ground

Asleep, unloved blanket of snow all around

The drumming began , a horse galloped on the wind

He mounted it bareback, and the drumming continued