Desert Blues

What kind of fool, baby,
would drag himself into this?
What kind of fool, baby,
would drag himself into this?
I have no regrets, baby,
Just got a shot of pain in my chest

Got shot in the back, babe,
Can't make my getaway,
Got shot in the back, babe,
Can't make my getaway,
Thought you were tail gating,
Now you're about a thousand miles away

I was burned out on the highway,
Riding on the stretch of tears,
I was burned out on the highway,
Riding on the stretch of tears,
There's burning rubber, baby,
Blood rising on pavement over here

I reached out for the wheel,
Felt the engine clinch my hand,
I reached out for the wheel,
Felt the engine clinch my hand,
If she won't hold me tight,
May as well dig my grave in the sand