Death Valley Rose: A Country Song

I was walking ‘crossed the desert,
I was west-coast bound.
The sun was stealing the rain
‘fore it hit the ground.
There were bones in the dust
where the others had died.
I didn’t have a drop to sweat,
didn’t have a tear to cry.
That’s where I first saw her
out where nothing can grow,
The only woman I ever loved,
My Death Valley rose.

She was prim and she was poised
without a thick skin.
Not a thorn or a glass
to protect her from the wind.
If you bottled up her smell
you could sell it in Paris, France.
A lotta men gave their lives
going after her romance.
How she grew out there
nobody knows.
She’s a mirage, she’s a miracle,
My Death Valley rose.

Scrub and brush
Rock and dust
Nothing could stop her
from coming up
Skull and Bone
Blood and stone
Nothing could stop me
from making her my own

There’s lots of coyotes and cactii
baking in the sun.
As far as roses are concerned
I only know of one.
She took me to her house
and fed me from her well.
I never thought I’d find the road
to paradise in Hell.
I asked her to come with me
out to the coast.
I’m living by the ocean now
with my Death Valley Rose