When the Desert Songtext
von Briscoe

She′s real good pickin' like a low hung fruit
She′s walking on air in her blue suede shoes
She's easy on the eyes and she's real sweet too
Probably should have kept her, man that′s the truth

Mama said boy "why′d you let her go"
Cause I'm headed down south to Mexico

Hey señorita, I was born to run away
When the desert calls my name
I′ll go back to where I'm from

I′d hate to leave ya
But I never could've stayed
When the desert calls my name
I′ll go back to where I'm from

Well I got me a job in the big city lights
I'm workin all day, I′m workin all night
Got me a paycheck to front the bills
But I can′t stop thinkin' ′bout the rolling hills

Boss man said, "Son, won't you stay?"
But I′m headed out west to Sante Fe


Hey señorita, I was born to run away
When the desert calls my name
I'll go back to where I′m from

I'd hate to leave ya
But I never could've stayed
When the desert calls my name
I′ll go back to where I′m from

I'll take a trip back home to the Marfa lights
Where the men stay up with the stars all night
And I don′t know how, but I do know when
Very soon I'll be coming, coming home again

I said, babe, I′m ready
For your cactus in my boots

Hey senorita, I was born to run away
When the desert calls my name
I'll go back to where I′m from

I'd hate to leave ya
But I never could've stayed
When the desert calls my name
I′ll go back to where I′m from