Alkali

Alkali... here's mud in yer eye

You've been lost in the desert 25 years or more

Ah yer whiskey streams

And yer gold field dreams

Well Lady Luck won't let you dark her door

And they tell me your a ghost of a man

Lord, I believe it's true

And they say you had a woman once

But she turned her back on you

You old gold minin' hobo

Dry well desert rat Alkali

Put the bacon on to fry

Well, the sun's comin' up and the mule's waitin' for his grain

Just a one room shack

By the Santa Fe track

It's an old lick of earth

That's screamin' for a drop of rain

And there's a time for work

And a time for play

And a time for lyin' down

And the road might lead to the rainbow's end

A dusty old desert town

You old gold minin' hobo

Dry well desert rat Alkali

Alkali... there's a buzzard in the sky

And he's a-countin' his chances on a-pickin' your skinflint bones

Ah, raise your hand

Throw a curse on the land

They're gonna find you one day

Lyin' 'neath an unmarked stone

Well the desert is a lonely place

For a man to lose his head

They tell me when you start to talkin' to yourself

Lord, you might as well be dead...

You old gold minin' hobo

Dry well desert rat Alkali

Alkali

Alkali

You old gold minin' hobo

Dry well desert rat Alkali

Alkali

Alkali

You old gold minin' hobo

Dry well desert rat Alkali