Bad oats in town
The word went out
So my horse and me, we left town
Rode my Palomino down
To Gil Blanco County
It's not far, you know
Ever seen the sun rise
In Gil Blanco County?
Ever see the pools they got there?
It's where the birds go on the Fourth
Just a bird's way
To celebrate
Got caught in a storm
In Gil Blanco County
It rained so hard, said Injun Joe
He knows all there is to know
It should wash the face of the Earth
And make us clean again