Woodbox Gang - Strange Desert 1947

band : woodbox gang
album : trashcan americana

strange desert 1947

verse 1
B7 G7
the sky turned green as i was counting sheep
B7 G7
under my sleeping bag about to fall asleep
C G B7
from the sky flew a ball of light
C G B7
gripped with fear i closed my zipper tight
C7 B7 E
you know i’ve always been a severe xenophobe
C7 B7 E
and i saw strange men with instruments aiming to probe
C7 B7 E
they had big heads and they had big black eyes
C7 B7 E
they were short and skinny and really funny looking guys

verse 2
one started through my backpack one picked up my guitar
he strummed a string and jumped into the other one’s arms
one found the old crow bottle took a sniff but not a drink
passed it around and they all had a smell of that bottle of stink
this went on for a while till i grabbed the bottle and i guzzled
i must have guzzled a pint and a half or more just to show these superior extraterrestrials
we may not have your advance technology
but i do believe i can drink you all under every operating table
from here to the next galaxy

verse 3
then i passed it back and they all had a big swallow
they began to dance around and scream and shout and holler
but overall i’d say we had a good time i even played my guitar
until the campfire died we just laid there staring up at the stars
we laid awhile till they had to stumble on back to their ship
i said “be careful fellows , have a safe trip”
i watched that craft wobble in the sky as they did go
it’s such a strange desert here in southern new mexico