Intro: G

G                                                    C
There's a train out on the mainline, climbin' Tehachapi
                            G                               D
There's a place across the railroad tracks, they call eternity
G                                                    C
Somewhere there's a jukebox, and a cowboy shootin' pool
                  G               D                  G
Street narcotics in his socks, no thread left on the spool

              C                         G
Oh there's a fire in the desert, and a whiskey on the wind
                                  D7      D
I must say it's been a pleasure, adios my friend
G                                          C
All that's left is a promise and a pack of matches
                             G
For the sequin ghost in Buck Owens' clothes
D                      G
And rhinestones in the ashes

So long city of Angels, speckled bird spread your wings
Braid me a halo from Gene Norman's guitar strings
There's no spirit in the ember, just a sweet song on the breeze
A station wagon zigzagging through the Joshua Tree

Oh there's a fire in the desert, and a whiskey on the wind
I must say it's been a pleasure, adios my friend
All that's left is a promise and a pack of matches
For the sequin ghost in Buck Owens' clothes
And rhinestones in the ashes
The sequin ghost in Buck Owens' clothes
And rhinestones in the ashes