Pride Of Cucamonga
(专辑: From The Mars Hotel - 1974)
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. Running 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 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 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, 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.