Somewhere in the California desert not far from San Diego
You'll find my trailer where you'll hear the stereo blaring through screen less windows
I'll be in my favorite chair closing my eyes and making myself in sync with the melody
I'll have a couple dogs stretched out on the carpet
Orange, and the walls green
My neighbors daughter is on the roof tanning
The plants in my front yard are shriveling and dying in the summer heat
I can't wait until the sun sets and I can howl with the coyotes
Take a long walk, hold hands with the moon
Reminisce in yesterday,
Tomorrow comes too soon
and my wife is in the kitchen
Drinking tea and because she loves me
Cookin' up some cat fish
and I can hear the wild dogs outside
Playing with our mutts
Then they'll dig holes in the dirt by the axle
and lay and pant in the shade
Smilin' and squintin' their eyes
Then they'll flop back
Oh, lazy days
and I got a cow roamin' the field back there
There ain't no fence so she could be anywhere by now
But she'll come around when its time to be milked
and she'll hang out and keep us company
and I'll fill her troff with water
and she'll stick her face in and slurp thirstily
Dingo dog will notice the water level has rised
Then he'll run over and stick his feet in
Splash around and bark at the sun
and the neighbor will come out and join us
As we sip our beer and sit in the lawn chairs out front
We'll talk about the crops we got out in the valley
Where its not so dry
Then we'll watch the day turn gold, then blue, then all gone
and we'll roll us up some reefer madness
and then turn Christmas lights on
Then we'll get out the guitars and have ourselves a sing along
Around midnight we'll head to bed
and Elizabeth and I will crawl into our futon
and she'll wrap her arms around me
and tell me I'm the one
Then we'll wake up after the city people
Are already dressed and off to work
and Bob and I will hop into our pick up truck
and drive the 60 miles into Colorado
His daughter will ride along in the bed
Along with Dingo Dog and Samurai
Lizabeth will stay home sleeping
and we'll come in from moving the pipes
Sometime after one
Just in time for lunch

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