Band: Woodbox Gang
Album: Trashcan Americana
Strange Desert 1947
VERSE 1
T[B7]he sky turned green a[G7]s I was counting sheep
[B7]Under my sleeping bag [G7]about to fall asleep
[C]From the sky[G] flew a ball o[B7]f light
[C]Gripped with fear I[G] closed my zippe[B7]r tight
[C7]You know I've always been [B7]a severe xen[E]ophobe
And I saw [C7]strange men with instrument[B7]s aiming to[E] probe
They had b[C7]ig heads and[B7] they had big black[E] eyes
They were[C7] short and skinny [B7]and really funny looking[E] guys
VERSE 2
One started through my backpack one picked up my guitar
He strummed a string and jumped into the other one's arms
One found the Old Crow bottle took a sniff but not a drink
Passed it around and they all had a smell of that bottle of stink
This went on for a while till I grabbed the bottle and I guzzled
I must have guzzled a pint and a half or more just to show these superior extraterrestrials
We may not have your advance technology
But I do believe I can drink you all under every operating table
From here to the next galaxy
VERSE 3
Then I passed it back and they all had a big swallow
They began to dance around and scream and shout and holler
But overall I'd say we had a good time I even played my guitar
Until the campfire died we just laid there staring up at the stars
We laid awhile till they had to stumble on back to their ship
I said "Be careful fellows, have a safe trip"
I watched that craft wobble in the sky as they did go
It's such a strange desert here in Southern New Mexico
Album: Trashcan Americana
Strange Desert 1947
VERSE 1
T[B7]he sky turned green a[G7]s I was counting sheep
[B7]Under my sleeping bag [G7]about to fall asleep
[C]From the sky[G] flew a ball o[B7]f light
[C]Gripped with fear I[G] closed my zippe[B7]r tight
[C7]You know I've always been [B7]a severe xen[E]ophobe
And I saw [C7]strange men with instrument[B7]s aiming to[E] probe
They had b[C7]ig heads and[B7] they had big black[E] eyes
They were[C7] short and skinny [B7]and really funny looking[E] guys
VERSE 2
One started through my backpack one picked up my guitar
He strummed a string and jumped into the other one's arms
One found the Old Crow bottle took a sniff but not a drink
Passed it around and they all had a smell of that bottle of stink
This went on for a while till I grabbed the bottle and I guzzled
I must have guzzled a pint and a half or more just to show these superior extraterrestrials
We may not have your advance technology
But I do believe I can drink you all under every operating table
From here to the next galaxy
VERSE 3
Then I passed it back and they all had a big swallow
They began to dance around and scream and shout and holler
But overall I'd say we had a good time I even played my guitar
Until the campfire died we just laid there staring up at the stars
We laid awhile till they had to stumble on back to their ship
I said "Be careful fellows, have a safe trip"
I watched that craft wobble in the sky as they did go
It's such a strange desert here in Southern New Mexico
