We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have…
Desert shadows creep across purple sands. Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans. There, silhouetted under and eastern star, I…
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day, Upon a ridge he rested as he went along…
Well I'm going out west where I belong Where the days are short and the nights are long Where I'll…