Intro: G
G C
There's a train out on the mainline, climbin' Tehachapi
G D
There's a place across the railroad tracks, they call eternity
G C
Somewhere there's a jukebox, and a cowboy shootin' pool
G D G
Street narcotics in his socks, no thread left on the spool
C G
Oh there's a fire in the desert, and a whiskey on the wind
D7 D
I must say it's been a pleasure, adios my friend
G C
All that's left is a promise and a pack of matches
G
For the sequin ghost in Buck Owens' clothes
D G
And rhinestones in the ashes
So long city of Angels, speckled bird spread your wings
Braid me a halo from Gene Norman's guitar strings
There's no spirit in the ember, just a sweet song on the breeze
A station wagon zigzagging through the Joshua Tree
Oh there's a fire in the desert, and a whiskey on the wind
I must say it's been a pleasure, adios my friend
All that's left is a promise and a pack of matches
For the sequin ghost in Buck Owens' clothes
And rhinestones in the ashes
The sequin ghost in Buck Owens' clothes
And rhinestones in the ashes
