Wasco

I'm goin' up to Wasco, Wasco, I say Goin' up to Wasco come graduation day Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love Graduation day Forty-four hundred, ninety-nine inmates Only one cowboy's got my heart Twenty-nine miles just northwest of Bakersfield If he ain't callin' I know he's on the yard Well maybe if I'd spent a little more time in highschool I just might be somebody else's girl But my daddy left home for Mary Ellen's mama And we've been scrappin' ever since You don't have to tell me he can't be saved Might be an outlaw, but we're ridin' away Come graduation day And I'm goin' up to Wasco, Wasco, I say Goin' up to Wasco come graduation day Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love Graduation day Baby one day's pushin' that blue Impala And I bet my last dollar my baby's got a plan And I quit my job down at Lita's bakery Said, "I can't wear that hat" You don't have to tell me he can't be saved I love me an outlaw and we're ridin' away Graduation day And I'm goin' up to Wasco, Wasco, I say Goin' up to Wasco come graduation day Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love Graduation day Graduation day Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love Oh, my baby Oh, my baby