Alkali Lyrics - The Western Years - Tom Russell

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