Didn't want to go alone and so I thought I'd phone ya

Down there in that desert town we just might see

Jackson Browne on the corner he made famous  

If we stood there, who could blame us

Waiting for a flat bed Ford and the chance to climb aboard,

Come on; bring a change of clothes,

Let's go get out on the road Might not get the chance again

In future you'll remember when

 You saw the place in the Eagles' song

Well, here's your chance to sing along.

Tell me the story, Jackson Browne,

Take it up and run it down

About that Arizona town we all know so well

Tell the tale one more time drive us over the Utah line

Let us harmonise and rhyme and let the music swell.