Lyrics:

1972
Writer(s): Michael Martin Murphey, Larry Cansler

Man came up from town
With a pale look in his eyes
Turqois oceans once in there
Like a diein' sky

The skys over ancient desert
Where the towns tried layin down
And wrinkles wore like hyrogliphics
On the face of a man who came from town

Man came up from town
With thunder in his chest
In the brave heart cry that made him gentle,
Now had come to rest
The rest of stone cliff houses
Where the Mojave went to sleep
And the man who came from town
Looked thirsty and his words, oh, his words came cheep

(distant yodeling)

The town came up from man
With children close behind
And the shadow of the walls in the summer time
Let their pretty eyes shine
Shine like the eyes of cheetas
Who run to the center of the earth
And the children came from man
And so they cursed his birth

A man came up from town
With a lady on his breath
The lady was the flesh of man
And she wore a cloak of death
Cloak his fingers could not weep
A robe that know no crown
And he sipped my stew
And he said, 'Thank you.'
And the man went back to town.

(distant yodeling)