the pride of cucamonga

[PrideOfCucamonga]

Out on the edge of the empty highway
Howling at the blood on the moon
Big diesel Mack rolling down my way
Can't hit that border too soon

Running hard out of Muskrat Flats
It was sixty days or double life
Hail at my back like a shotgun blast
High wind chimes in the night

Oh, oh, pride of Cucamonga
Oh, oh, bitter olives in the sun
Oh, oh, I had me some loving
And I done some time

Since I came down from Oregon
There's a lesson or two I've learned
By standing in the road alone
Standing watching the fires burn

The northern sky it stinks with greed
You can smell it for miles around
Good old boys in the Greystone Hotel
Sitting doing that git-on-down

Oh, oh, pride of Cucamonga
Oh, oh, silver apples in the sun
Oh, oh, I had me some loving
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 old where it's at
Where the weed grows green and fine
And wrap myself around a bush
Of that bright whoa, oh, Oaxaca vine

Yes it's me, I'm the pride of Cucamonga
I can see golden forests in the sun
Oh, oh, I had me some loving
And I done some time
And I done some time
And I done some time

PrideOfCucamonga Reviewed by PrideOfCucamonga on 02-21-2007. the pride of cucamonga Out on the edge of the empty highway Howling at the blood on the moon Big diesel Mack rolling down my way Can't hit that border too soon Running hard out of Muskrat Flats It was sixty days or double life Hail at my back like a shotgun blast High wind chimes in the night Rating: 5

[Ganj]

Beautiful. Things I do on break time while I smoke the day away. The power of voice. The touch and the sound. Flows clearly. I love it. Voice, that is.