Gail With The Golden Hair

Out in the red rock desert

Sitting on the roof of my car

Drinking cans of warm beer

Watching the sky get dark

Gail and I shot our empties

With an old rusted rifle

Her golden hair went flying

Like a wild brush fire

When the mountains turn red at dusk

Time passed in the burning desert

And the tumbleweeds, they tumbled

We lay in a golden fire

As the screaming buzzards circled

Far down the darkened valley

The city lights still twinkled

But my eye saw the beauty

And her hair in golden fire

When the mountains turn red at dusk

But the fire burned right through her

It followed unseen voices

They led her to the city

Deep in the darkened valley

I draw circles through the alleys

Calling my burdened lover

But Gail ran deeper into the gloom

Screaming at the streetlights

And I lost her hair forever

Deep in the valley's darkness

My Gail with the golden hair

That burned as bright as fire

When the mountains turned red at dusk