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 ass 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.