On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”
After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead
Full moon is rising, the sky is black
I heed your call I’m coming back
The road is straight cast, wind’s in my eyes
The engine roars between my thighs
From desert plains I bring you love
From desert plains I bring you love
I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin’.
I see those bad times today.
Oh, say, can you see my eyes?
If you can, then my hair’s too short.
You can’t see my eyes
They don’t see yours
Hear me when I say
They don’t mind at all
It’s the rain that I hear coming
Not a stranger or a ghost
Its the quiet of the storm approaching
That I fear the most
Strangers in the night
Two lonely people, we were strangers in the night
Up to the moment when we said our first “Hello”
Little did we know
Love was just a glance away
A warm, embracing dance away
Don’t talk to strangers
'Cause they’re only there to make you sad
Don’t dream of women
'Cause they’ll only bring you down
People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But I’m not afraid baby
My rover, crossed over
If I never have a cent
I’ll be rich as Rockefeller
With gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street
Let the time go by
I don’t care if I
Can be found on the street where you live
Dispensed loathsome creatures in your drawing room
Sent doggy poo-poos in your morning mail
Rat’s heads and lark’s wings should set your tums turning
And your houses will soon be for sale
And I live down the end of your road
Yes, I live down the end of your road
The fiery sun burns, from morning to evening
Across this stony plain, where nothing grows
Huge clouds of dust, are thrown up by the scorching wind
Why do we travel on this endless road?
And our way is on the road again
I can’t wait to get on the road again
The life I love is makin’ music with my friends
And I can’t wait to get on the road again
I can’t wait to get on the road again
I can’t wait to get on the road
He said one more job ought to get it
One last shot 'fore we quit it
One more for the road
The long and winding road that leads to your door
Will never disappear
I’ve seen that road before it always leads me here
Leads me to your door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin’ down
I feel I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door.
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door
My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
Well don’t go around tonight,
Well it’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.
Don’t come around tonight,
Well it’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.