The Joshua Tree Inn (where Gram Parsons died)

I was in the yard planting tomatoes for the worms. I was wondering if you were going to flatter us with your dandy. In the land of sun and sand, Lies the Joshua Tree Inn, Where Gram Parsons lived and died, Amidst the desert din. No tediousness in his life, just bottles clanking upon themselves. For he lived it with the utmost disobedience, His consciousness always at the fore, at the roast And his music leaving us in awe and effect. He loves his marijuana leaves, And played his tunes with a slam, But his time was short , his life cut down Amidst the desert ramblin' and pain. The hot burritos charming and forgotten He works from superiority to the complex. For in Room 8 of the Inn, His body was in a hurry, But his music lives on, like a…