Death Valley - Glen Campbell

Ridin' through the valley

Turning back the time

To the days of long ago in 1849

I hear the wind of whispering

It sounds like the breath

of the ones who’s died before me

In the valley of death

See the sun shining

Sands so hot and wide

I see the purple wagons

That brought them here to die

Now I hear the whisper

of the famous breath

Of the ones who came before me

To the valley of death

Hear the wheels are rolling

Wagons hit it west

They find a final resting place

In the valley of death

I hear the wind of whispering

It sounds like the breath

of the ones who’s died before me

In the valley of death

See the sun shining

Sands so hot and wide

I see the purple wagons

That brought them here to die

Now I hear the whisper

of the famous breath

Of the ones who came before me

To the valley of death