C                 Em
I was born in the badlands, honey
Am                  F
Strange place for a boy to drown
C                  Em
Spent my days on a mountain, baby
Am                   F
Twelve miles north of Sofiatown

( F  C  G )

F                     C                G
You’ve been gone away, I’ve been riding around
F                     C                G
Running out the days, writing out a song
                    F
On my daddy’s guitar
F                     C                 G
Did you find your way? Skip another town?

Said I couldn’t stay but it’s different now
F           C                G
Yippee ki yi yay, I’m always down

For hanging around

C              G
Left to borrow, gone tomorrow
Am                      F
Baby, there ain't a trail to follow
C                Em           Am  F
Better off alone if you ask me
C            G
Travel lucky, Kawasaki
Am                   F
Maybe, next time I'll take you with me
C             Em          Am  F
And I still hear the sound
C            Em               Am  F
The wind come up, Kalahari down

Kalahari down

F               C                 G
Polish in your whip, never drove it far
F              C                  G
Circling the veld, spittin' in the jar
                    F
On your Daddy's farm
                C                     G
You say you're afraid, tell me not to frown

Play a song, you dance around
F                 C                 G
Yippee yo ki yay, we'd hit the ground

Still tumbling down

C              Em
What do I know? Buncha sorrow
Am                     F
Promises of a desperado
C                  Em              Am  F
Through the rusty sky I feel the breeze
C               Em
Where do we go? Mendocino?
Am                  F
Maybe some day I'll get to see all
C               Em                 Am F
The places like Torino's never been
C           Em            Am F
And I still hear the sound
C            Em            Am F
Wind come up, Kalahari down

Kalahari down

C                 Em
Left to roam on a reckless wander
Am                  F
Raising sand on the setting sun
C                   Em
Keep an eye on that dusty highway
Am
Tell my mother I'm nearly done

And I still hear the sound

Wind come up, Kalahari down

Kalahari down