“Nevada Fighter”

Facing left
Facing right
Saves the rest
Nevada fights

Left on the desert
Out in the cold
He thought Sam would remember
But he was too old
And the bygone, half-grown, high-flown cyclone rides

Saving day
Saving night
Spends the rest
Nevada fights

Left on the highway
Outside of town
He thought someone would answer
But no one was around
And the bygone, half-grown, high-flown cyclone rides

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“Woo, mama, play it all around town.”

Lonely start
Lonely time
Lonely heart
Nevada dies

Lands of the people
Drying in the sun
Waiting for the promised help
That never seemed to come
And the bygone, half-grown, high-flown cyclone rise