New Mexico, New Mexico, Yucca, Yucca.
I’m so far behind in my plans.
It’ll be an Indian reservation, or BLM for me tonight.
The map says Jornada Del Muerto.
The map says Jornada Del Muerto.
I met a ninety-three-year-old Indian archeologist.
He told me sand was good for my stomach.
Gonna brew me some Navajo tea, then I’m gonna boogie.
Gonne drink me some Mormon Tea, then I’m gonna go away!
Two-hundred-mile drive ahead.
No matter how lost I get, there’s always somebody more lost.
New Mexico, New Mexico, Yucca, Yucca.
New Mexico, New Mexico, Yucca, Yucca.
Here I am in the Pinto bean Capital of the World!
Swastikas on the floor. Swastikas on the ceiling!
(Who’d a thunk it Buddha?)
Prayer, spinning off into the cosmos.
They told me it was prayer, spinning off into the cosmos.
Pine cones, juniper, fresh air. I’ve got the earth beneath my feet.
I even have my Pharoah Sanders’ music,
And I think I’m kinda happy. Yeah. I did some Astral Travelling,
That was kinda neat.
Three-hundred-mile drive ahead.
No matter how lost you get, there’s always somebody more lost.
New Mexico, New Mexico, Yucca, Yucca.
New Mexico, New Mexico, Yucca, Yucca.
I’m so far behind in my plans.
It’ll be an Indian reservation, or BLM for me tonight.
The map says Jornada Del Muerto.
The map says Jornada Del Muerto.
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