East Of Tucson

So here I am east of Tucson

After the thrill of life has gone

I don’t really want to be here

Seem to be stuck in reverse gear

I need a drink if I go on

East of Tucson, east of Tucson

On my way to Boot Hill, the devil’s on

Buzzards pickin’ my bones, east of Tucson

So this is what it’s like to die in a God-foresaken place

With a warm breeze a-blowin’ sand in my weather-beaten face

I’m curled up, oh, I can’t go on

East of Tucson, oh, east of Tucson

He comes, the dirty undertaker’s son

To pick me up, east of, east of Tucson

I was buried without my name

Was a token without a game

My grave, rocks with a wooden cross on

East of Tucson, O Lord, east of Tucson