| Song | Desert Blues |
| Artist | The Allman Brothers Band |
| Album | Shades of Two Worlds |
| 作词 : Betts, Haynes | |
| Can't get no this, | |
| And i can't get no that, | |
| Can't get no you know, | |
| I don't even know where it's at. | |
| Ain't got the smoke and uh, ain't no booze, | |
| Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes i do. | |
| Um, a george carlin said i had to go, | |
| Just what he wanted i did not know, | |
| I'm over here dug in so far from home, | |
| Lookin' all around try and see what's going on. | |
| I got the sand in my collar, | |
| Got the sand in my hair, | |
| Got it in my pockets, | |
| Got it everywhere. | |
| I got sand in my shirt, | |
| Got it in my shoes, | |
| Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes i do, how how how. | |
| Joined up in the army | |
| Where it was hard to find, | |
| End up over here, got my ass on the line, | |
| But i'll be right here until my work is done, | |
| If i get back home i hope i never see no more guns. | |
| Here across the ocean, | |
| I left some of my good friends behind, | |
| I hope somebody's thinking about me, | |
| Especially that sweet little woman of mine. | |
| Can't get no this, | |
| And i can't get no that, | |
| Can't get no you know, | |
| I don't even know where it's at. | |
| Sand in my collar, | |
| Got the sand in my hair, | |
| Got it in my pockets, | |
| Got it everywhere. | |
| I got sand in my shirt, | |
| Got it in my shoes, | |
| Got them low down dried out desert blues, | |
| Yes i do. |
| zuò cí : Betts, Haynes | |
| Can' t get no this, | |
| And i can' t get no that, | |
| Can' t get no you know, | |
| I don' t even know where it' s at. | |
| Ain' t got the smoke and uh, ain' t no booze, | |
| Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes i do. | |
| Um, a george carlin said i had to go, | |
| Just what he wanted i did not know, | |
| I' m over here dug in so far from home, | |
| Lookin' all around try and see what' s going on. | |
| I got the sand in my collar, | |
| Got the sand in my hair, | |
| Got it in my pockets, | |
| Got it everywhere. | |
| I got sand in my shirt, | |
| Got it in my shoes, | |
| Got them low down dried out desert blues, yes i do, how how how. | |
| Joined up in the army | |
| Where it was hard to find, | |
| End up over here, got my ass on the line, | |
| But i' ll be right here until my work is done, | |
| If i get back home i hope i never see no more guns. | |
| Here across the ocean, | |
| I left some of my good friends behind, | |
| I hope somebody' s thinking about me, | |
| Especially that sweet little woman of mine. | |
| Can' t get no this, | |
| And i can' t get no that, | |
| Can' t get no you know, | |
| I don' t even know where it' s at. | |
| Sand in my collar, | |
| Got the sand in my hair, | |
| Got it in my pockets, | |
| Got it everywhere. | |
| I got sand in my shirt, | |
| Got it in my shoes, | |
| Got them low down dried out desert blues, | |
| Yes i do. |