The Allman Brothers Band Desert Blues Lyrics

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 *** 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

Written by: Dickey Betts, Forest Richard Betts, Warren Haynes
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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