I wrote this about 35 years ago

Mark Ross



DEATH VALLEY SCOTTY

Mark Ross

I live in the canyon you call the Grapevine,

Ten miles away from my Death Valley mine,

You can walk this whole valley 'til your legs have gone lame,

You won't find my gold I never filed a claim.


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Death Valley Scotty, what's it like all alone?

With a burro to talk to and a desert to roam.

With your gold and your whiskey, the sand and bleached bones,

They say that Death Valley's your home.


I spent 20 years roaming these hot diamond sands,

With a pack mule & shovel and two good strong hands,

With bad whiskey for drinking, hard beans in bent cans,

That gold, it's all mine, not no other mans.


They sent men to kill me to take all my gold,

But 3 weeks in Death Valley turns young men to old

I let those fools track me 'til they'd grown quite bold,

I left their bones rotting, to hell with their souls.

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When I come to town there's something quite grand

With a 20 car train, a big crowd and brass band,

With my ten-gallon hat and my boots all a-shine,

There's no other fun from a Death Valley mine.


I built me a castle on the low valley floor,

But I like living better in the old shack next door,

With my dogs and my cats and my pots and my pans,

One thing I'll tell you I've been my own man.

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