lately in the evening I've been thinking on my life and it cast a gloomy shadow on my soul I've got weakness for the flesh and for powdered speedin' death and my heart is aching for my desert home there are women in my life who get swallowed by the night they are faceless to me as I am to them I am troubled in the night by the thoughts of my own life and my spirits sinking and my faith is thin I'd rather be in your de Valley where the fuel they make is fine where sleep can't ever seem to catch me anywhere so the sun begins to rise up now but still I see no lights and I fear the raise of hope will never shine the devil he is creeping near and he whispers in my ear telling me he'll give me all that I desire I'd rather be in your de Valley where the fuel they make is fine where sleep can't ever seem to catch me anywhere so the sun begins to rise up now but still I see no lights and I fear the raise of hope will never shine the devil he is creeping near and he whispers in my ear telling me he'll give me all that I desire telling me he'll give me all that I desire end on:G