Mick Brady: Lyrics

Meet me tonight at the High Desert Motel

I’ll be there around sundown when the sky is burning red

I'll see you out in the parking lot on Highway 62

We’ll set out on the trail of  The Grievous Angel

I'm gonna load this pick-up truck, take off into the hills

Watch a thousand stars come out, feel the desert chill

Light up a campfire by some dried-up river bed

Sing a verse of Hickory Wind, try to get inside of his head

He was just a southern boy, his home town couldn't give him enough

He headed out west to California, he was always gonna push his luck

In his hours of darkness the desert gave him what he’d need

The little town of Yucca Valley was where it was gonna lead

He’d come to the end of the trail - The Grievous Angel

Must be about a million miles between this desert town and Sin City

But there’s a good saloon where all the fallen angels still look pretty

You can hang out on your back porch, you can hang out on the 31st  floor

It won’t make any difference when the man knocks on your door

© Mick Brady