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 turned 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 in the darkened valley

The city lights still twinkled

But my eyes saw only Gail

And her hair in golden fire

When the mountains turned red at dusk

But the fire burned right through her

Gail followed unseen voices

They led her to the city

Deep in the darkened valley

I drove circles through the alleys

Calling my burning lover

But Gail ran deeper in the gloom

Screaming at the street lights

And I lost her there forever

Deep in the valleys darkness

My Gail with the golden hair

That burned as bright as fire

When the mountains turned red at dusk