Indio

Yellow, yellow moon on the rise

In the key of C, ten coyotes cry

Echo, echo, sound on, sound on

On the spine of the night

Won't you take me back home?

Ride free with them high falcons in the sun

Ride the third bell on down in that old '55er

Hear the motor song, that comfort hum

In the AM, radar love

Is coming on strong, it's getting you along

It's going and a gone

Indio, won't you take me in?

For some of that old fashion California sin

Oh, them's the rules

I don't make 'em, gimme the dice

Watch me shake 'em

If I give myself to you

Well, you gotta give yourself to me

Them's the rules

Then the spirits of the desert

Are out riding midnight, drifting slow

They're just a haze in my headlight

As I throw it into gear

Down that old four-oh-five, love

I was born on the day that music died

The sun busted open like some powder ship colliding

The speed's coming on real strong

It's a going and a going and a gone

Indio, won't you take me in?

For some of that old fashion California sin

Oh, them's the rules

I don't make 'em, gimme the dice

Watch me shake 'em

If I give myself to you

Well, you gotta give yourself to me

Them's the rules

Run, run, run, you are free now

Run, run, run, you are free

Run, run, run, you are free now

Run, run, run, you are free

It don't matter 'cause I got my soul

It don't matter 'cause I got my soul

It don't matter 'cause I got my soul

It don't matter 'cause I got my soul

Well, you know

Get it right

Indio, won't you take me in?

For some of that old fashion California sin

Oh, them's the rules

I don't make 'em, gimme the dice

Watch me shake 'em

If I give myself to you

Well, you gotta give yourself to me

Them's the rules

Indio, won't you take me in?

For some of that old fashion California sin

Oh, them's the rules

I don't make 'em, gimme your hips

Watch me shake 'em

If I give myself to you

Well, you gotta give yourself to me

Yeah, you gotta give yourself to me

Then we'll be going and a going and a gone