By: Jimmy Buffett 

1971 

It's the ways of her father 

If she's gonna change she hasn't done it yet 

And the desert is calling to me 

Run before the final trap is set 

All roads lead to the city 

Where the dudes and the dykes all look the same 

Lady lays out the pattern 

With the parts of her body that seem tame 

Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives 



Act like a child and I'll respond with my well-rehearsed farewell 

Quoting the verse that you bought but weren't quite prepared to sell 

Saying I think I love you 

Maybe I care 

It's not fair 

Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives 



And it's a sore spot when the room's burning hot 

And the desert air just cannot bring you down 

Still the bed's warm but a cold arm 

Keeps me floating inches off the ground 

Death valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives 



Go paint your toes wipe you nose and then come to say goodbye 

And all along tell yourself I am wrong if I try 

Crying sorry it's over 

I'm not to blame 

What a game 

Death valley lives now I'm not even sure what really gives 



Ho, Ha