By dickey 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.
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 a** 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.