Strange Desert 1947

band : woodbox gang album : trashcan americana strange desert 1947 Verse 1 B7 G7 the sky turned green as i was counting sheep B7 G7 under my sleeping bag about to fall asleep C G B7 from the sky flew a ball of light C G B7 gripped with fear i closed my zipper tight C7 B7 E you know i’ve always been a severe xenophobe C7 B7 E and i saw strange men with instruments aiming to probe C7 B7 E they had big heads and they had big black eyes C7 B7 E they were short and skinny and really funny looking guys Verse 2 one started through my backpack one picked up my guitar he strummed a string and jumped into the other one’s arms one found the old crow bottle took a sniff but not a drink passed it around and they all had a smell of that bottle of stink this went on for a while till i grabbed the bottle and i guzzled i must have guzzled a pint and a half or more just to show these superior extraterrestrials we may not have your advance technology but i do believe i can drink you all under every operating table from here to the next galaxy Verse 3 then i passed it back and they all had a big swallow they began to dance around and scream and shout and holler but overall i’d say we had a good time i even played my guitar until the campfire died we just laid there staring up at the stars we laid awhile till they had to stumble on back to their ship i said "be careful fellows , have a safe trip" i watched that craft wobble in the sky as they did go it’s such a strange desert here in southern new mexico