Pride of Cucamonga - Grateful Dead

Out on the edge of an empty highway

Howling at the blood on the moon

Big diesel Mack come rolling down my way

Can’t hit that border too soon

Running hard out of Muskrat Flats

It was sixty days or double life

Hail on my back like a shotgun blast

High wind chimes in the night

Oh, oh, oh, the Pride of Cucamonga

Oh, oh bitter olives in the sun

Oh, oh I had me some loving and I done some time

Since I came down from Oregon

There’s a lesson or two I’ve learned

By standing in the road alone

Standing watching the fires burn

The northern sky it stinks with greed

You can smell it for miles around

Good old boys in the Greystone Hotel

Sitting doing that git on down

Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga

Oh, oh silver apples in the sun

Oh, oh I had me some loving, and I done some time

I see your silver shining town

But I know I can’t go there

Your streets run deep with poisoned wine

Your doorways crawl with fear

So I think I’ll drift for old where it’s at

Where the weed grows green and fine

And wrap myself around a bush of that bright, whoa, on Oaxaca vine

Yes, it’s me, I’m the Pride of Cucamonga

I can see golden forests in the sun

Oh, oh I had me some loving, and I done some time