♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ You've been gone away, I've been riding around ♪ ♪ Running out the days, writing out a song ♪ ♪ On my daddy's guitar, did you find your way, skip another town? ♪ ♪ Said I couldn't stay, but it's different now, yippee-ki-yi-yay, I'm always down ♪ ♪ For hanging around, left to borrow, gone tomorrow ♪ ♪ Maybe there ain't a trail to follow, better off alone if you ask me ♪ ♪ Travel lucky, Kawasaki, maybe next time I'll take you with me and I'll still hear the sound ♪ ♪ The wind come up, Kalahari down, Kalahari down ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Polishing your whip, never drove it far ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Circling the felt, spitting in the jar, on your daddy's farm ♪ ♪ You say you're afraid, tell me not to frown, play a song you'd dance around ♪ ♪ Yippee-ki-yi-yay, we'd hit the ground, still tumbling down ♪ ♪ What do I know? Bunch of sorrow, promises of the desperado ♪ ♪ Through the rusty sky I feel the breeze ♪ ♪ Where do we go? Indecedo, maybe someday you'll get to see all the places that Torino's never been ♪ ♪ And I still hear the sound, the wind come up, Kalahari down, Kalahari down ♪ ♪ Left to roam on a reckless wonder, raising sand on the setting sun, keep an eye on that dusty highway ♪ ♪ Tell my mother I'm nearly done, and I still hear the sound ♪ ♪ Wind come up, Kalahari down, Kalahari down ♪