Johnny Cash - The shifting whispering sands

^G I discovered the valley of the shifting, whispering sands While prospecting in a western state. I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling ^Cwater tanks,

I stumbled over a c^Grumbling buckboard nearly covered by the sand. And stopping to rest, I heard a tinkling, whispering sound, And sudd^Cenly realized that even though the wind was quiet, ^F The sand did not lie still. ^C

So heavy and oppresive I could sca^D7rcely breathe. For weeks I wandered aimlessly in the valley, ^G

Seeking answers to t^Che many questions that raced through my mind. Where was ev'ryone? Why the white bones, the dry wells, ^G The baron valley where the people must have lived and died?

And resting, I^C learned the secret of the shifting, whispering sands. How I managed to escape from the valley, I don't know. But now^G to pay my debt for being saved, I must tell you

(When the ^G7day is hardly quiet and the breeze seems not to blow, One would t^Chink the sand was resting but you'll find this is not so. It is whisp'ring, softly whisp'ring, as it slowly moves a-long. ^G7 And those who stop and listen, it will sing this mournful song. ^C Of side-winde^Frs and the horn toad on the thorny chaparral, ^C In the sun^D7ny days and the moonlight nights, the lonely coyotes yell.) ^G

How the stars seem they co^G7uld touch you as you lay and gaze on high At the hea^Cvens where you're hoping you'll be going when you die.