I trace what's left of my Cold steel, as it twitches. Apply the tourniquet tight. Savor the moment, this might be my last sip of life.
I see at least one hundred miles Of shifting, stirring sand. A forsaken man in this strangers' land. They've left me for, dead.
I'm so tired of feeling scared But I've got to find a way. I've got this gun in my hand, Blood on my tongue as I write Dead man's words.
The word we hear is There's one man down and he's alive. They ask for volunteers. I raise my hand high. I'm sure he'd do the same for me.
It's three days through the desert heat To save one man's life and I don't even know his name.
And I'm so tired and my thirst is strong. I might not make it back alive. But I've got my gun at my side. There's just one fear I can't hide and it's A Dead Man's Words in the sand!
Out in the desert, so tired! And I don't even know his name. I will keep my head down!
I'm so tired but there's no way out But, ahead! I will not die out in the desert! I will not die! I will keep my head down!
How many days pass? Hard to tell in the desert. The wind says, nothing. I move, the bullet bites, Infected to the bone. Will it find its home, before me? I pray that you find me soon Before I slip away.
I'm so tired but I've got to hang on. I've just got to make it one more night. I've got this gun in my hand. I've got blood on my tongue. One last time I write Dead man's words, out in the desert. So tired!
Writer/s: GEOFFERY WAYNE TATE, JASON SLATER
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George Harrison's 1971 song "Bangla Desh" was the first major charity single. It was part of a concert held to bring relief to the people of Bangladesh, who were fighting for independence and suffering from a famine.