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