Well he told me
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The highway called for him to hit it.
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So that's what he did.
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Now he regrets he ever did it now.
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To California.
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He said that's where he'd find his fortune.
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And where it's warmer
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The weather's warmer and the girls are scorching hot.
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He quit his job down at the diner.
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And then he loaded up his SUV.
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Just like a modern 49er.
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Except for the Schlager and the PCP.
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To California.
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He said he'd make it there come hell
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Or come high water.
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He isn't doing very well.
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He made it to Atlantic City.
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To try to double what he brought.
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Lost it to a voodoo girl named Kitty.
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Totaled the truck out in the parking lot.
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So he decided
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He was determined not to turn back. No way.
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So guess what he did?
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Well he snuck aboard an Amtrak Train.
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To California.
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He said that's where he'd find his fortune.
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And where it's warmer.
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The weather's warmer and the girls are scorching hot.
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To California.
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Just got a postcard in the mail.
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"Just to inform ya.
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I'm the LA County Jail. Right now."
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To California
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Mighty Mighty Bosstones |