Pride of Cucamonga (studio acoustic demo) Lyrics

We′ll try the old "Pride of Cucamonga" again

On the edge of an empty highway
Howling at the blood on the moon
Diesel Mack come rolling down my way
Can't hit that border too soon

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

Whoa, pride of Cucamonga
Whoa, bitter olives in the sun
Whoa, 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
Standing in the road alone
And watching the fires burn

The northern sky it stinks with greed
You can smell it for miles around
The good old boys in the Greystone Hotel
Still doing that get on down

Whoa, pride of Cucamonga
Whoa, silver apples in the sun
Whoa, I had me some lovin′
And I done some time

I see your silver cities shine
But I know I can′t go there
Your streets run deep with poison wine
And your doorways crawl with fear

So I think I'll head for Mexico
Where the weed grows green and fine
Wrap myself around a bush of that bright
Whoa, Oaxaca vine

Whoa, pride of Cucamonga
Whoa, silver for a silver son
Whoa, I had me some lovin′
And I done some time

I done some time
And I done some time