Pride of Cucamonga
Out on the edge of an empty highway
Howling at the blood on the moon
Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way
Can't hit that border too soon.
Runnin' hard out of Muskrat Flats
It was sixty days or double life
Hail on my back like a shotgun blast
High wind chimes in the night.
Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga
Oh, oh bitter olives in the sun
Oh, oh I had me some lovin',
and I done some time.
Since I came down from Oregon
There's a lesson or two I've learned
By standin' in the road alone
Standin' watching the fires burn.
The northern sky it stinks with greed
You can smell it for miles around
Good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel
Sitting doing that git-on-down.
Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga
Of, of silver apples in the sun,
Oh, oh I had me some lovin',
and I done some time
I see your silver shining town
But I know I can't go there
Your streets run deep with poisoned wine
Your doorways crawl with fear.
So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at
Where the weed grows green and fine
And wrap myself around a bush
Of that bright, whoa, on Oaxaca vine.
Yes, it's me,
I'm the Pride of Cucamonga
I can see golden forests in the sun.
oh I had me some lovin',
and I done some time
~B.Petersen/P.Lesh
(Mars Hotel) |
