Oh Tule, it's on account of you that I've been weeping. Here behind my hand. It's lonesome in my heart's land, as the sands of the desert. . Oh, tell me, why was it always you, who, through the changes.
written by Warren Zevon, c. 1970 United Artists, c. 1996 EMI Capital Music Special Markets. . I was born down in Corpus Christi. With a dram glass in my hand.