8.

There Oughta Be A Law Against Sunny Southern California

Terry Allen

© Bukka Cain Music, ASCAP

Yeah I'm goin' back goin' home again
Well I'm goin' back to my own again
I'm goin' back ah to my home town
The one that put me out the one that laid me down

Yeah I wired up a car in East Fontana I was a headed for San Berdu
Ah midnight oil it was on the boil and boy I was a barrel'n through
Then I took a turn but I hit the curb and spun off the center lane
When I heard the crash well I stomped on the gas and I was barrel'n on again
I leave a few people dead but I got open road ahead
Well I leave a few people dead but I got open road yeah ahead

And I 'member the cop with his slicked-back hair
When he told me to get outta here
And I 'member the judge with his gold plated mouth
He said go live in the north you gonna die down south
You gonna die down south

Yeah I'm goin' back goin' home again...

I went flyin' through South San Berdu with my mind on East LA
Where my pachuco queen she's cookin' refried beans an she's waitin' for me today
Yeah stopped on off liquor store made everybody lay down on the floor
Took all their whiskey took their bread then shot out their lights just before I fled
I leave a few people dead but I got open road ahead
I leave a few people dead but I got open road right ahead

I 'member the bitch whose black tongue lied
When she told me she's dissatisfied
And I 'member her daddy big as a truck
He said fuck with me boy if you wanna fuck
Yeah fuck with me boy if you want to fuck

Yeah I'm goin' back goin' home again...

Yeah there oughta be a law against sunny Southern California
Yeah there oughta be a law against puttin' the devil behind the wheel
Ah cause as long as you people are gonna sanction such an evil
Well I'm gonna turn your asphalt back into brimstone
Yeah you God damned bet I will

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