We’d feel much better if we sunk this treasurenAnd laid our armor downnThese precious metals and these captain’s lettersnThey are no use to us nownIn the day we struggle with fatigue much greaternThan any offer wasnWe bow down and worship these bandits and cowboysnUnable to hold their own gunsnI know that soldiers are not paid to thinknBut something is making us sicknOnward and steadynAble and youngnIn the valley of low low sunnnIn the shade we wander along a highway’s shouldernInto the back of beyondnBurning the daylight into a pastimenThat’s too wise to come more than oncenIt’s boom boom thunder ain’t no sleep comingnOut mining a slippery worldnOf snow covered beaches and junkyards of dieselnAnd bombers named after girlsnOn bridges of black ice not built for the rushnThere’s a new kind of beast getting upnThat’s stranger than fictionnSpeaking in tonguenIn the valley of low low sunnnHold on for the slow turningnSmoke if you’ve got ’em boysnThis is bottom hiding outnDown under the stairsnTomorrow has comenLike it’s drunk on the bloodnOf the men who have dared to be therennThe earth’s still climbing as it keeps on grindingnIt’s way up around the sunnAs cool water crashes down to the massesnBootlegged and bottled like rumnMy dreams are humble lean as arrowsnStreetwise ready and fairnAs we bum rush the ages tied to the railsnnOn high seas not fit to be sailednWhatever we’ve taken does feel like heavennBut baby we just look like hellnAct like you mean it where paradise wasnIn the valley of low low sunnAct like you mean it where paradise wasnIn the valley of low low sun