Our saddle bags and my guitar
uphill in a heatwave
The air was heavy,
on the painted hills of Oregon
Go on get, go on get
go on Lysette!
A cattle dog is tailing us.
trying to herd the bikers.
Hot pavement
(is) no place for dog paws
Go on get, go on get
go on Lysette!
The color of dry dirt speckled white,
seeking shade in my shadow,
I asked what her name was
You said, “Lysette!”
Go on get, go on get
go on Lysette!
She felt like shade in the heat,
I wish-ed for a sidecar
Flagged down the next car
letting her go
Go on get, go on get
go on Lysette!
We got back up on our bikes
continued up the hill,
crossing fingers
she's still doing her thing.
Go on get, go on get
go on Lysette!