I spent about 10 days at Joshua Tree California last year and wrote a bunch of songs while I was there. This one is in memory of Gram Parsons who was very much associated with the area. He overdosed in the Joshua Tree motel and died in hospital at the neighbouring town of Yucca Valley.
The Trail Of The Grievous Angel
Words & Music by Mick Brady
Meet me tonight at the High Desert Motel
I’ll be there around sundown when the sky is burning red
I'll see you out in the parking lot on Highway 62
We’ll set out on the trail of The Grievous Angel
I'm gonna load this pick-up truck, take off into the hills
Watch a thousand stars come out, feel the desert chill
Light up a campfire by some dried-up river bed
Sing a verse of Hickory Wind, try to get inside of his head
He was just a southern boy, his home town couldn't give him enough
Headed out west to California, he was always gonna push his luck
In his hour of darkness the desert gave him what he’d need
The little town of Yucca Valley was where it was gonna lead
He’d come to the end of the trail - The Grievous Angel
Must be about a million miles between this desert town and Sin City
But there’s a good saloon where all the fallen angels still look pretty
You can hang out on your back porch, you can hang out on the 31st floor
Won’t make any difference when the man knocks on your door