lately in the evening I've been thinking on my life
and it cast a gloomy shadow on my soul
I've got weakness for the flesh and for powdered speedin' death
and my heart is aching for my desert home
there are women in my life who get swallowed by the night
they are faceless to me as I am to them
I am troubled in the night by the thoughts of my own life
and my spirits sinking and my faith is thin
I'd rather be in your de Valley where the fuel they make is fine
where sleep can't ever seem to catch me anywhere
so the sun begins to rise up now but still I see no lights
and I fear the raise of hope will never shine
the devil he is creeping near and he whispers in my ear
telling me he'll give me all that I desire
I'd rather be in your de Valley where the fuel they make is fine
where sleep can't ever seem to catch me anywhere
so the sun begins to rise up now but still I see no lights
and I fear the raise of hope will never shine
the devil he is creeping near and he whispers in my ear
telling me he'll give me all that I desire
telling me he'll give me all that I desire