Desert Wind

By Dan Bern

Transcribed by Jeff

Play around with the chords, * is ESus4 (I think) Play a normal E and
with your pinky third string 2nd fret  and do the same with the A chord
Pinky 2nd string third fret

E                                     *
The radio babbles in Spanish
A                                 *
My vans parked out front
E                                        *                             B
Ain’t been another car roll past this street in days
E                                           *
And the wind chimes up above
A
In the restless desert air
E                                                         B
And I feel like I’m supposed to be someplace,
                              E        *
But I don’t know where

E
Well Sometimes I think that I
A
Might run for president
E                                                                       
         B
Concentrate on states that might stomach a Jew like New York California
or Florida
E                                         A
Massachusetts New Jersey Illinois Rhode Island Maryland
E                                         B
Iowa, after all I’m a native son
A
My first ninety days in office
               E
I ran my program through before they knew what hit them
E
Drugs would be legal statehood be granted
B
To any country that wants it
                    E
But they’d be sure to run me out of there
    A
Some scandal would stick to me like cum in your hair
         E                                              B
And I feel like I’m supposed to be someplace
                             E
But I don’t know where

(Chorus)
A                             E
Heyyy desert winds carry me away
                                                                        
        B
Someplace where I’d know what to do and what to say
A                                                             E
And hey when I’m sleeping I’d dream of a camel sleigh
C#m                            B              E
And a desert wind carries me away

The sun it is beating
Time moves like a knife
When it ain’t been there I bless the sun
When it is a curse the sun all my life
Theres a door off its hinges
Sitting in the yard
The yard made of stone’s I guess they pulled up the grass
I guess mowing it would be too hard
The yellow house across the street
They’re getting it ready to rent
Some retired folks Pennsylvania or Minnesota
They trade fourty years in the factory
For some dry hot desert air
And they feel like there supposed to be somewhere
But they don’t know where