Use Me While You Can Bruce Cockburn

[Intro]
There's a black and white crow
On the back of a two-toned sheep
In a field of broken yellow stalks
Below looming cliffs
High above the plain
Little grey houses blend
With giant jagged boulders
And pale weathered stumps
Life in the ghost of the bush
Wind whips the acacias and strange forked palms
That cluster around the water hole
Suddenly, out of the blowing sand
A milk-white camel appears
Turbaned rider, blue robe billowing
Bounces with the shambling trot
Wears a sword and a rifle on his back
And around his neck, a transistor radio
You blink and like ghosts, they're gone
Under the wan disc of sand-masked sun
A woman grins—spits expertly
Into the path of a struggling black beetle
Six feet away
Hoists her water bucket onto her head
And strides off up the trail