she got the body of an angel
she moves in like the devil in desquise
with no where in the world to go
just letting my feet carry me
where ever the wind may blow
i got a guitar over my shoulder
a runner who wants somethin
thru the rain of a desert dust
i see the gleam of a pickup truck
it was straight in my direction
like the bullet down the barrel of a .357 i
senorita in the front seat
stops dead right in front of me
and then she rolls down the window
cause im goin where the wind blows