Down New Mexico way

Something about the open road

I knew that he was

Looking for some indian blood and

Find a little in you find a little in me

We may be on this road but

We're just impostors in this country you know

So we go along and we said we'd fake it

Feel better with oliver stone

Till i almost smacked him

Seemed right that night and

I don't know what takes hold

Out there in the desert cold

These guys think they must

Try and just get over on us