Текст песни There Ought To Be A Law (Against Sunny Southern Ca

Well, I'm goin back, goin' home again.
Well, I'm goin back to my own again
I'm goin back, yeah, to my home town
One that put me out, the one that put me down.

Well, I wired up a car in East Fontana, I was a'headed for San Berdu.
Ah, midnight oil, it was on the boil, an' boy, I was a barrelin' through.
Then I took a turn but I hit the curb, an' I spun off the center lane.
An' when I heard the crash, well, I stomped the gas an' I was barrelin' on again.
Leavin' fifteen for dead, but I got open road, yeah, ahead.
Leavin' fifteen for dead, but I got open road, yeah, ahead.

An' I remember the cop with his slicked-back hair,
When he told me to get outta here.
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."

Yeah, but I'm goin back, goin' home again.
Well, I'm goin back to my own again
I'm goin back, yeah, to my home town
One that put me out, the one that put me down.

I went flyin' through South San Berdu with my mind on East L.A.Terry Allen - There Ought To Be A Law (Against Sunny Southern Ca - http://ru.motolyrics.com/terry-allen/there-ought-to-be-a-law-against-sunny-southern-ca-lyrics.html
Where my pachuco queen, she's cookin re-fried beans an' she's waitin for me today.
Yeah, stopped on off at the liquor store, an' made everybody lay down on the floor.
I took all their whiskey, took their bread, then shot out their lights before I fled.
Left a few people dead but I got open road, yeah, ahead.
Left a few people dead but I got open road, yeah, 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 "F+++ with me boy if you want to f+++.
"Yeah, f+++ with me boy if you want to f+++."

Ah, an' I'm goin back, goin' home again.
Well, I'm goin back to my own again
I'm goin back, yeah, to my home town
One that put me out, the one that put me down.

Yeah, there oughta be a law against sunny Southern California.
Yeah, there oughta be a law against putting the devil behind the wheel.
Ah, '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.

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