Bill Staines Alkali
Alkali, here's mud in yer eye
Lost in the desert for twenty-five years or more
Whiskey streams, and gold field dreams
Lady Luck won't let you dark her door
And they tell me your just a ghost of a man
Yes I believe it's true
And they tell me that you had a woman once
But she turned her back on you
And you gold minin' hobo, dry well desert rat
Alkali, put the bacon on to fry
The sun's comin' up and the mule's waiting for his grain
A one room shack, By the Santa Fе track
The whole lick of earth just scrеamin' for a drop of rain
There's a time for work
And there's a time for play
There's a time for lying down
And the road may lead to a rainbow's end
A dusty old desert town
And you gold mining hobo, dry well desert rat
Alkali, there's a buzzard in the sky
Counting his chances for picking your skinflint bones
You raise your hand, you throw a curse on the land
They're gonna find you one day Lying underneath an unmarked stone
And the desert is a lonely place
For a man to lose his head
And they tell me when you start to talking to yourself
You might as well be dead
And you old gold mining hobo, dry well desert rat
Alkali
Alkali Alkali
You old gold mining hobo, dry well desert rat
Alkali
Alkali Alkali
You old gold mining hobo, dry well desert rat
Alkali
