Roll Home Lucinda

Roll home, Lucinda, Lucinda, roll slow

You ain't got a damn place to go

Your pockets are empty and you don't own a purse

You're way out in the desert and you're dying of thirst

Now you can't remember one single verse

You been flyin' down the highway in the back of a hearse

You've long been forgotten, just like the rest

Who spend they whole lives in the wicked southwest

A land that's forsaken, a land bare and dry

Strange things flyin' all around up in the sky

Way out in the open, away from it all

A biting lie, a coyote's law

(How's that?)

Roll home, Lucinda

I wanna roll wi' you

I would go anywhere that you asked me to

Roll home, Lucinda

Hey, California, I'm countin' the days

'Til I leave your crooked city and your reckless highways

Back to Arizona, Lucinda and I

Stay put in Bisbee 'til the day that we die

Way out in the open, away from it all

A biting lie, the coyote's law

You'll never believe what you think you saw

Take a ride to Arizona, away from it all

(Take a ride, baby)

Roll home, Lucinda

I wanna roll wi' you

I would go anywhere that you asked me to

Roll home, Lucinda