From the Songs of Joshua Tree album ©Radio Flyer Music
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Lyrics:
CREOSOTE BUSH
I stand out in the desert, I’m a little guy
When fully grown. I’m not 4’ high
I smell really good, after a rain
I’m all around, what’s my name?

Yes I’m all around, that’s another clue
I can clone myself, I’m both old and new
For getting old, I have no peer
And stand around, for 12,000 years

I can clear your head, ease congestion
Heal your wounds, now here’s a question
With all that I can do you see
Do you have a name for me?

Well I stand alone, and I like it that way
Don’t grow too close, or you can’t stay
Need my space, so don’t you push
I’m your friend, I’m the Creosote Bush

I’m a medicine cabinet, some folks say
With a thousand cures. in a thousand ways
Treatments for your afflictions
Cure your cold, ease constriction

Dry skin, consumption, brittle hair
Cramps and pains, I’ll be there
Nausea, poisons, and infections
Rheumatism, poor circulation

Use my branches and make tea
Use my leaves and pieces of me
Just save a little for the next in line
For I’m slow to grow, I take my time