Dead City
Going back to the desert
Arizona sun beat down
Getting sick of my troubles
Tired of this scuffling round
Cos living in Dead City
There ain't no peace around
Saw a man on the corner
Holding out his hand
No home nor money
This ain't how he'd planned
Rotting here in this Dead City
Doin' best he can
Going back to the canyons
Fish in a mountain stream
Get a start with a new life
Cut loose from all I'd been
Get away from Dead City
Where the police sirens scream
Writer/s: John Mayall
