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Well I? goin back
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Goin home again
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Yeah I'm goin back
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To my own again
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Yeah I'm goin back
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Ahhh to my home town
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The one that put me out
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The one that put me down
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Well I wired up a car in East Fontana
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I was a?eaded for San Berdu
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Ahhh my midnight oil
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It was on the boil
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An boy I was a barrel? through
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Then I took a turn
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But I hit the curb
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An spun off the center lane
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An when I heard the crash
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Well I stomped on the gas
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An I was barrel? on again
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I leave a few people dead
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But I got open road ahead
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Yeah
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I leave a few people dead
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But I got open road ahead
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An I remember the cop
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With his slicked-back hair
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When he told me
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To get out a?ere
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An I remember the judge
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With his gold plated mouth
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He said "go live in the north
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You gonna die down South'
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You gonna die down south
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Chorus
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I went flyin through South San Berdu
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With my mind on East L.A.
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Where my pachuco queen
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She's cookin re-fried beans
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An she? waitin for me today
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Yeah stopped on off at the liquor store
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Made every body lay down on the floor
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Took all their whiskey
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Took their bread
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Then Shot out their lights
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Just before I fled
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Yeah
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I leave a few people dead
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But I got open road ahead
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Yeah
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I leave a few people dead,
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But I got open road ahead
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An I remember the bitch
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Whose black tongue lied
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When she told me
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She's dissatisfied
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An I remember her daddy
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Big as a truck
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He said "fuck with me boy
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if you want to fuck
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Yeah, fuck with me boy
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if you want to fuck
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Chorus
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Yeah there oughta be a law
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Against sunny Southern California
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Yeah there oughta be a law
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Against putting the devil
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Behind the wheel...
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Cause as long as you people are gonna
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Sanction such an evil
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Well I'm gonna turn your asphalt
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Back Into brimstone
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Yeah You God damned bet
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I will
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There Oughta Be a Law Against Sunny Southern California
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| Terry Allen |
