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Released
on Places I’ve Been, 2008. Mitch Greenhill played acoustic
lead guitar; his wife, Roberta Levitow sang high harmony;
Sam Page was on bass fiddle; and my rhythm guitar was played
on a 12-string.
This is the true story of a trip Gail and I made during a spring
break in the early 90s. The trip, as such, was kind of a disappointment,
but we enjoyed the adventure and the song that came out of it.
April 2010: This song is now available as performed in 1986
by Mitch Greenhill & Mayne Smith and originally released
on a cassette tape titled Back Where We've Never Been. The
same all-live duo performances (no overdubs, no extra personnel)
are now rereleased on a CD (GSCD02). See the CDs
AVAILABLE page for more information.
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We are out in the Eastern Mojave,
with a cold desert wind in our faces
About fifty miles off of the highway, in the widest of wide open
spaces
As we scramble to set up our campsite, the sage and the junipers
whine
And it’s clear in the dwindling daylight that the city
is far, far behind
CHORUSES
1 & 2
Mojave wind, won’t you please let us stay
We’re back again, we’ve got to our get-away
Mojave wind, now don’t take this wrong
But we’re hoping you’re gonna be gone when the
dawn comes along
Oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo.
The coyotes are quiet at twilight, content to stay out of
the weather
At midnight the wind is still wailing, and we two cuddle closely
together
In the morning there’s ice in our bucket, and still the
wind chills to the bone
And the cold coming south from the mountains lifts the wings
of our warm thoughts of home
CHO
Now the sun makes the law in the desert, and his minions are
water and wind
You can die if you don’t pay attention; you can break
if you’re too stiff to bend
When our tent-pegs pull out at the corners and the cookpot
blows clanging away
We dump everything into the wagon and drive off without further
delay
CHORUS 3
Mojave wind, now we get it, OK?
We’re getting gone in a bit of a disarray
Mojave wind, we’re saying So Long
Taking nothing but what we brought in and the seeds of a song
Oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo - oo
Taking nothing but what we brought in and the seeds of a song
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