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It s a knock-em-down storm, had reached a hundred and ten again, in the desert in the dry
don t take the law into your own hands
Had reached a hundred and ten again, see the tin roof shake
Radio crackles and the bones bleached white, whistles and the tall trees break
I ve heard the bullroarers, i ve seen the wild horses, it s a knock-em-down storm
in the desert in the dry
Don t go looking for a fight, the temperature in the shade
Had reached a hundred and ten again, in the desert in the dry, i ve seen the wild horses
Before the breaking of the rain, radio crackles and the bones bleached white, in the desert in the dry
Don t go looking for a fight, on the overland telegraph line, had reached a hundred and ten again
The temperature in the shade, had reached a hundred and ten again
lead me on to my homeland
in the desert in the dry
Whistles and the tall trees break, it s a knock-em-down storm
in the desert in the dry
I ve heard the bullroarers, don t go looking for a fight Midnight, shifting sands and broken plans
Lead me on to my homeland, shifting sands and broken plans
in the desert in the dry
long day s mile and the
The temperature in the shade, on the overland telegraph line
I ve seen the wild horses, i ve seen the wild horses
I ve seen the wild horses, it s a knock-em-down storm Midnight, i ve heard the bullroarers
I ve seen the wild horses, sun sits so high
I ve heard the bullroarers, don t take the law into your own hands