| Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand
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| It’s a beautiful sight to behold
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| Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silver
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| and the sun turns the daytime to gold
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| And little boy blue’s got a whole lot to do
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| And maybe tomorrow he’ll grow up
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| Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand
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| It gets in your shoes when you’re walking
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| That cold desert moon and the hot desert sun
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| Can get inside your head when you’re talking
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| And railroads and highways make impatient friends
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| And maybe tomorrow he’ll follow
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| There’s Phoenix and Frisco and LA and Reno
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| And so many fine places to travel
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| Daytime in the city is something to see
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| It fills a mans eyes with delight
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| The buildings they reach up and almost touch the sky
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| While the bright lights make love to the night
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| And little boy blue’s got a whole lot to do
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| And maybe tomorrow he’ll grow up
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| The city’s so crowded that you can’t go nowhere
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| It’s all aggravation and worry
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| You can’t see the sky and you can’t breathe the air
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| It’ll make a man old in a hurry
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| And railroads and highways make impatient friends
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| And lord, don’t he wish he could follow
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| There’s ??, ?? |
| and you were in Scottsdale
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| And so many fine places to travel
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| Out on the desert when the wind blows the sand
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| It’s a beautiful sight to behold
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| Round desert moon turns the nighttime to silver
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| And the sun turns the daytime to gold
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| And little boy blue’s got a whole lot to do
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| And there’s always tomorrow
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| Thank god for tomorrow |