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 turn 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 the darkened valley The city lights still twinkled But my eye saw the beauty And her hair in golden fire When the mountains turn red at dusk But the fire burned right through her It followed unseen voices They led her to the city Deep in the darkened valley I draw circles through the alleys Calling my burdened lover But Gail ran deeper into the gloom Screaming at the streetlights And I lost her hair forever Deep in the valley's darkness My Gail with the golden hair That burned as bright as fire When the mountains turned red at dusk