The Queen of the Mojave Desert


The old man lived out by the desert, selling postcards and gasoline,
He sold road-maps and Navajo silver, and True West magazine.

And under his Gabby Hays beard beat the heart of a dashing young man;
With arthritic fingers he cleaned off my windshield& he once was a Dapper Dan.

He said Take care on the desert, carry plenty water to spare
And look out for mirages that float like a dream there s all kinds of dangers out there.

And you better watch out for that sweet senorita, the travelers all agree&
They call her the Queen of the Mojave Desert& but she once belonged to me,
Yes, she once belonged to me&

I thought the old man was demented, from too many years in the sun;
But there in his gas station office I noticed a Winchester gun&

And I saw a faded brown photo a Mexican beauty was she&
Right next to a newspaper clipping& about a murder in 1953&

Then later that night on the desert, my car overheated and died
And I saw the Queen of the Mojave Desert& with a bullet hole gaping wide!

So I hoofed it on back to the station, left my automobile behind&
And that grizzled gas station attendant, he told me one final time

You d better look out for that sweet senorita, the travelers all agree,
They call her the Queen of the Mojave Desert& but she once belonged to me,
She was unfaithful to me& back in 1953& she was unfaithful to me...
1984

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