Can't get no, you know, I don't even know where it's at
Ain't got the smoke and uh, ain't no booze
Got them low down, dried out desert blues, yes I do
Uncle George calling said I had to go
Just what he wanted I did not know
I'm over here, dug in so far from home
Lookin' all around try and see what's going on
I got the sand in my collar, got the sand in my hair
Got it in my pockets, got it everywhere
And I got sand in my shirt, got it in my shoes
Got them low down, dried out desert blues, yes I do, how, how, how
Joined up in the army where it was hard to find
End up over here, got my young ass on the line
But I'll be right here until my work is done
If I get back home, I hope, I never see no more guns
And here across the ocean
I left some of my good friends behind
I hope somebody's thinking about me
Especially that sweet little woman of mine
Can't get no this and I can't get no that
Can't get no, you know, I don't even know where it's at
Sand in my collar, got the sand in my hair
Got it in my pockets, got it everywhere
And I got sand in my shirt, got it in my shoes
Got them low down, dried out desert blues, yes I do