I filled up
outside of
Flagstaff, waved
good bye to old
Winslow
Hit my stride
ahead of Holbrook,
million miles more
to go
I can hear that
boy complaining,
"Tell me, what did
I do wrong?"
I can hear his
mama answer,
"Better off now
that she's gone"
chorus
I'm the flicker
of the white line
in the corner of
your eye
I'm a coyote
from Kayenta,
laughing loudly in
your mind
I'm a hawk up on
a thermal, crisp
against the clear
blue sky
I'm a Sandstorm
From Sedona,
and I'm gonna blow
on by
2.
Left that inbred
town behind me,
never stopped to
say "good bye"
Pawned my ring
when I reached
Prescott, need the
money down the
line
There's a cowboy
up in Gallup, God
that man looks
good in jeans
Think I'll make
it there by
dinner, see if he
remembers me
chorus
coda
I'm an April
desert morning,
I'm the flowers
fresh with dew
I'm a Sandstorm
From Sedona,
and I just blew by
you
Yeah, I'm a Sandstorm
From Sedona,
and I just blew by
you
Optional words:
1.
(lines 1-2 same)
I can hear that
girl complaining,
"Tell me, what did
I do wrong?"
I can hear her
mama answer,
"Better off now
that he's gone"
2.
(lines 1-2 same)
There's a
cowgirl up in
Gallup, God that
girl looks good in
jeans
Think I'll make
it there by
dinner, see if she
remembers me
"I was
driving home
from Phoenix
one April
several years
ago, and
started
playing with
alliteration
of the names
of the towns.
I included
what I saw
while I was
driving. A
Denver-area
musician
inspired the
line: 'that
man looks good
in jeans'." — San
