We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure

And we laid our armor down

Now these precious metals, these captain's letters

Are no use to us now

Oh, in the day we struggle with fatigue

Much greater than any offer was

We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys

Unable to hold their own guns

Now, I know that soldiers are not paid to think

But something is making us sick

Onward and steady, able and the young

In the valley of the low, low sun

Oh, in the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder

Out into the back of beyond

Burning the daylight into a pastime

That's too wise to come more than once

It's boom, boom thunder, ain't no sleep coming

Out mining a slippery world

Of snow covered beaches, junkyards of diesel

And bombers named after girls

On bridges of black ice not built for the rush

There's a new kind of beast getting up

Stranger than fiction, speaking in tongue

In the valley of the low, low sun

I'll hold on for the slow turning, smoke if you've got 'em boys

This is bottom hiding out, down under the stairs

Tomorrow has come like it's drunk on the blood

Of the men who have dared to be there

The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding

It's way up around the sun

As cool water crashes down to the masses

Bootlegged and bottled like rum

My dreams are humble and lean as arrows

And streetwise, ready and fair

As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails

On high seas not fit to be sailed

Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven

But baby, we just look like hell

Now act like you mean it where paradise was

In the valley of the low, low sun

Act like you mean it where paradise was

In the valley of low, low sun Writer/s: JAKOB DYLAN
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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