Horse With No Name
America
| Em | D6add9 |
| On the first part of the | journey |
I was lookin at all the life | |
There were plants and birds and rocks and things | |
There were sand and hills and rings | |
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz | |
and the sky with no clouds | |
the heat was hot and the ground was dry | |
but the air was full of sound | |
| Em9 | Dmaj9 |
| I've been through the desert on a | horse with no name |
it felt good to be out of the rain | |
in the desert you can remember your name | |
'cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain | |
la la la la lalala la la la la la | |
After two days in the desert sun | |
my skin began to turn red | |
After three days in the desert fun | |
I was looking at a river bed | |
And the story it told of a river that flowed | |
made me sad to think it was dead | |
I've been through the desert ... | |
After nine days I let the horse run free | |
'cause the desert had turned to sea | |
there were plants and birds and rocks and things | |
there were sand and hills and rings | |
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground | |
and the perfect disguise above | |
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground | |
but the humans will give no love | |
I've been through the desert ... | |
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