DUSTY PIRATE

     I'm a dusty pirate, looking for the sea
     Sailing 'cross the desert, almost drowning in this heat
     Branded as an 'outlaw', but I'm just a desperate man
     Destined to keep stumblin' 'cross this God-forsaken land

          I pray for rain
          Curse the howling wind
          That whispers my name
          And says I won't be home again
          I'm ashamed
          That I am lost, but I admit
          I'm a dusty pirate
          Searchin' for my ship

     More than once I've found religion on the wrong end of a gun
     And I've almost died a thousand times 'neath this unforgiving sun
     Where rattlesnakes are serpents that appear between the waves
     Of rocks and dirt and sagebrush, at the cruelest time of day

          I pray for rain
          Curse the howling wind
          That whispers my name
          And says I won't be home again
          I'm ashamed
          That I am lost, but I admit
          I'm a dusty pirate
          Searchin' for my ship

               Longing for another place and time
               Struggling through my life and wondering why . . .

          I pray for rain
          Curse the howling wind
          That whispers my name
          And says I won't be home again
          I'm ashamed
          That I am lost, but I admit
          I'm a dusty pirate
          Searchin' for my ship

               Written by Jeff Stewart
               Copyright 2001 Blue Clover Music (ASCAP)