Verse 1 I walked a thousand midnight roads, with an old guitar and worn-out shoes. Played for beer, for bread, for broken hearts, and learned my life from the blues. Some folks chased their shiny dreams, some built castles in the sand. I found mine in a battered case, with six old strings beneath my hands. Chorus These are my Bedouin nights, under endless desert skies. Dry old throat, but a hopeful soul, still chasing sunrise. If tomorrow gives me nothing, I’ll still sing these simple lines… ‘Cause every lonely road I’ve walked became a friend of mine. ⸻ Verse 2 I met strangers through silent wires, faces glowing in the night. Never shook their weathered hands, still somehow they felt right. Funny world we’re living in, hearts can travel far from home. Sometimes friendship finds your door long before your feet have gone. ⸻ Chorus These are my Bedouin nights… ⸻ Bridge One old camel hummed a children’s song… Don’t ask me how… just sing along… Some things don’t need explaining. Some things simply are. ⸻ Solo (Telecaster… Hammond… Mundharmonika…) ⸻ Verse 3 One day maybe by the sea, nothing left I have to prove. Just the tide and salty wind, and one more slow Chicago groove. Till that day I’ll keep on walking, every stage another mile. If I make one soul feel lighter, every road was worth the while. ⸻ Final Chorus These are my Bedouin nights, under endless desert skies. Dry old throat, but a hopeful soul, still chasing sunrise. When my last song fades away, don’t you cry for me… Just leave one chair beside the fire… and save that beach… beside the sea.
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