Dave Alvin
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(Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI)
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I scored some speed in San Berdino
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So me and baby could get a little bump
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And now she¡¯s in that motel room
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Puttin¡¯ on a show for some chump
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Yeah, well baby¡¯s gotta make a livin¡¯
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And I don¡¯t mind waitin¡¯ out in the car
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¡®Cause I got some nine millimeter muscle
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In case things go too far.
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You know I try to take it easy man
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And just go with the flow
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But sometimes things can get a little bit
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Out of control.
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Well my old man worked his whole life
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In the Kaiser steel slag pit
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And I worked there for awhile back when I was a kid
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But I got tired of all their shit
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But that was years ago man
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Before they tore that Fontana plant down
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And my old man smoked himself
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Into a six-foot hole in the ground.
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And I got the same bad habit
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And it¡¯ll probably take its toll
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But sometimes it¡¯s the only thing that keeps me
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From goin¡¯ out of control.
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Well my ex-wife¡¯s workin¡¯ evenings
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At a Sizzler makin¡¯ minimum wage
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And she¡¯s cleanin¡¯ up other people¡¯s houses
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Every day just like some slave
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She¡¯s livin¡¯ with the kids in a mobile home
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Just off the 60 freeway
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Some nights I go to see her
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And sometimes she lets me stay.
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Since she found Jesus
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She¡¯s always tryin¡¯ to save my soul
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Yeah but every now and then she still likes to get
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A little out of control.
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I used to work a little construction
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But I never got along with my boss
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So I do a little import/export
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Makin¡¯ enough just to cover my costs
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And I¡¯m losin¡¯ my hair and I¡¯m losin¡¯ my teeth
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But I¡¯m tryin¡¯ to keep my grip
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And live to see one more day
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Without makin¡¯ any stupid slips.
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You know I could have played the game man
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And just done what I was told
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But I guess I was born just a little bit
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Out of control.
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When baby gets done in there I¡¯m gonna
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Take her for a little ride
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Cruise up into the mountains
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Park the car and get a little high
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¡®Cause baby likes to look at the shootin¡¯ stars
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And make wishes as they fly by
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And I like lookin¡¯ down at the city
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From way up there in the sky.
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Then I pull baby close to me
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When it starts gettin¡¯ cold
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Close my eyes for a little while and let the world
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Spin out of control.
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Out of Control
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| Dave Alvin |
