Chords for Dave Stamey sings Desert Winds

_ [E] _ Actually I do, but it's really long. _
_ [B] _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ [E] It's my western novel in four minutes. _
_ _ _ _ I said goodbye to my mother,
and my father, and all the other friends I knew I [A] had embraced,
to seek [E] my fortune _ [A] and chase foolish [B] dreams that has no end.
And [E]
I climbed the barbed-wood mountains, _ _
higher than any tree could [A] grow I'd never found.
[E] Gold or silver, [D] all I did was stumble down [B] the other side,
[A] to a land so [E] far twisted,
[A] to a country as [E] barren as the [A] moon I hoped to find.
Back in the old [E] rattle, [A] all I found were these [B] hollow winds of blue,
[C#m] all these desert winds, [E] _ _ _ _ _
they may salute _ on the Mojave,
where they may, coyote pelts above the [A] door,
might stumble a [E] broken dream,
[A] found me underneath the greasy [B] lantern's glow,
where men [E] with eyes so red and haunted,
eyes that burn from the corners of the room,
[A] wait and watch, [E] desperate hunger, _
[A] weighing every chance, [B] every move.
[A] There are no roads, there are [E] no borders,
_ [A] _
no [E] outposts of heaven or of hell,
[A] so God left here [E] for a better country,
[D] and the devils dance in [B] canyons marbled in [C#m] these desert winds.
_ _ [A] I have fallen off the edge of [E] the world,
[A] and no one here will ever speak my [E] name.
[A] I have fallen off the [E] edge of the world,
[A] and it bears like a furnace, blood runs through my fingers,
and it lingers through the dust, hung [E] by the desert winds.
[A] _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _
And I'm on Forgiving Canyon,
where the hills broke against the blazing sky of gold,
at last it found me, the nuggets burned like [B] embers in my hand,
[E] but when gold buys the whiskey,
it leaves a scent upon the [A] breeze, and like hounds,
they [E] tracked and found me,
[A] their rifles shot with my [B] dreams away.
[A] They knew that dead man, tell [E] no story,
[A] and as devils dance in [E] their canyons,
part of [A] the war in my blood,
streaks [E] the rocks, [A] I stumble on, I [B] hear a voice behind,
[C#m] in these desert winds.
_ _ [A] I have fallen off the edge [E] of the world,
[A] and no one here will ever speak [E] my name.
[A] I have fallen off the edge of [E] the world,
and [A] it bears like a furnace, the blood runs through my fingers,
mangled through the dust, [E] hung by the desert winds.
_ If [A] I was smoked [E] from a lantern,
if I [A] could rise, [E] so weightless in the [A] air,
I would find [E] the fireproof mountains,
and like my dreams be [B] carried far away,
[C#m] on these desert winds.
_ _ [A] I have fallen off the edge [E] of the world,
[A] and no one here will ever speak [E] my name.
[A] I have fallen off the [E] edge of the world,
[A] and it bears like a furnace, the blood runs through my fingers,
mangled through the dust, hung [E] by the desert [A] winds.
Oh! _
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_ _ _ _ [B] _ _