Desert Blues

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.