This land should have been om land
You took it for your land
You got a use for every stream and tree

When I go up the highway old trees are dying up that way
You pump out the water and sell it back to me
You build mansions in the city prisons in Mojave

Bet you're quite a pillar of high society
You call it law and order I call it dirty money
You lock the young ones down or send 'em off to war


No hard feelings no offense taken
You're just a ripple in the shifting sands of time

No bad karma no curses on ya
You go your way I'll go mine
You remind me of a fellow I heard of in the city

Nervous kind of fellow he loved money like you do
He derived no satisfaction so he jumped clear out the window
They tell me that he bounced a time or two

So take in mind the credo of a jackass prospector
Take what you need but please leave the rest alone
Try and live harmony with old Mother Nature

You'll remain in grace after you have gone
Don't get many callers that little road leads nowhere
Been here 40 years seems like yesterday

There's an aid screech owl living in my chimney
I don 't build no fires he keeps the mice away


No hard feelings no offense taken
You're just a murmur in the whispering sands of time
No bad karma no curses on ya

You go your way I'll go mine