He took a drive down the coast highway Blowin' where the air was fresh and clean He had a plan that said I'll do it my way Rollin' from the desert to the sea
Hit twenty-one years old up in prison Just a little night job with a stolen key Two years liftin' weights and pumpin' iron there in his cell He came out lookin' just like Mohammed Ali
He drove around tailgating trucks and busses Whistling some new Michael Jackson tune He thought back on his momma and what she told him long ago Do it right son, please, don't do it wrong
He's goin' home Gonna buy some stuff down at the pier He's all alone He's got a radio, a gun, and some japanese beer And on the highway he saw the big cars in line And he thought, behind every fortune... there's got to be a crime
He took a drive down the coast highway Blowin' where the air was fresh and clean He had a plan that said I'll do it my way But he could not plan for what he couldn't see
He's goin' home All alone And he stopped at a couple of markets and drug stores along the way He'd just walk up and down the aisle and smile––funny that way
The last place he drove into had to be my place They said he'd run out of gas anyway And as he walked up to the counter with a blue steel gun in his hand I took out my long rifle and I blew him away I blew him awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
