Terry Allen There Oughta Be A Law Against Sunny Southern California
Chorus:
Well I抦 goin back
Goin home again
Yeah I'm goin back
To my own again
Yeah I'm goin back
Ahhh to my home town
The one that put me out
The one that put me down
Well I wired up a car in East Fontana
I was a抙eaded for San Berdu
Ahhh my midnight oil
It was on the boil
An boy I was a barrel抧 through
Then I took a turn
But I hit the curb
An spun off the center lane
An when I heard the crash
Well I stomped on the gas
An I was barrel抧 on again
I leave a few people dead
But I got open road ahead
Yeah
I leave a few people dead
But I got open road ahead
An I remember the cop
With his slicked-back hair
When he told me
To get out a抙ere
An I remember the judge
With his gold plated mouth
He said "go live in the north
You gonna die down South'
You gonna die down south
Chorus
I went flyin through South San Berdu
With my mind on East L.A.
Where my pachuco queen
She's cookin re-fried beans
An she抯 waitin for me today
Yeah stopped on off at the liquor store
Made every body lay down on the floor
Took all their whiskey
Took their bread
Then Shot out their lights
Just before I fled
Yeah
I leave a few people dead
But I got open road ahead
Yeah
I leave a few people dead,
But I got open road ahead
An I remember the bitch
Whose black tongue lied
When she told me
She's dissatisfied
An I remember her daddy
Big as a truck
He said "fuck with me boy
if you want to f..ck
Yeah, f..ck with me boy
if you want to f..ck
Chorus
Yeah there oughta be a law
Against sunny Southern California
Yeah there oughta be a law
Against putting the devil
Behind the wheel...
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
