Michael Martin Murphy Blue Sky- Night Thunder Desert Rat ~ Desert Rat ~ She sits on the front porch (Of) the old house that stands scorched Under the sun stroke of a desert day that chocked Her old man who fell in the sun. With rattle snakes and keep sakes Old boxes of Corn Flakes Grammar phones and gem stones And three unclaimed door frames And bleached bones and rocks by the ton. Good by ol' desert rat Ya half crazy wild cat You knew where it was at What life's all about. Ya saver of catalogs, king of the prairie dogs Success is survival and you toughed it out, You toughed it out. The old loud mouth rock hound He kept the kids spellbound Half crazy and sun baked Ya eared your own grubstake By breakin' your back all day long. With junk art and dunk carts Old Model T parts, frustrated, outdated and uneducated At eighty you still wrote good songs. So goodbye of Ol' Desert Rat Ya half crazy wild cat You knew where it was at What life's all about. All ya savers of "Whole Earth" catalogs Kings of the prairie dogs Success is survival We'll all tough it out Yes, we'll all tough it out.