As I rode along down Mexico Way, down an old Spanish trail one day,
I saw a land where no trees grow, and all the sand hills row on row.
Out of the distance came beckoning to me, hills and valleys and water I see.
But when I rode up, the mirage disappeared, and all that I could see was sand.
Hear me crying, you can't get out of that big sand.
Can't ride out of that wasteland.
Can't get out of that big sand.
It'll claim.
It'll claim you, body and soul.
Claim you, body and soul.
On and on through the desert I go, sun and sand are all making me slow.
Just when I thought that the old tale was true, I saw the mountains and knew I was through.
No water here and no shady trees.
Nowhere to shelter my pony and me.
I said a prayer, and then as I looked back, all that I could see was sand.
Hear me crying, you can't get out of that big sand.
Can't ride out of that wasteland.
Can't get out of that big sand.
And it'll claim you, body and soul.
Oh claim you, body and soul.
Big sand.
Big sand.
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