Pride of Cucamonga

Out on the edge of the empty highway

Howlin' at the blood on the moon

A diesel Macko rollin' down the highway

I can't hit that border too soon

Runnin' 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

Whoa, oh, pride of Cucamonga

Whoa, oh, bitter olives in the sun

Whoa, oh, 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

By standin' in the road alone

Standin', watchin' the fires burn

The northern sky, it stinks with greed

You could smell it for miles around

The good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel

Sittin' doin' that git-on-down

Whoa, oh, pride of Cucamonga

Whoa, oh, silver apples in the sun

Whoa, oh, I had me some lovin'

And I done some time

I see a silver shinin' 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

Whoa, oh, I had me some lovin'

And I done some time

And I done some time

And I done some time