Pride Of Cucamonga

Lyrics: Bobby Petersen
Music: Phil Lesh

Out on the edge of the empty highway
Howling at the blood on the moon
Big diesel Mack 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 at my back like a shotgun blast
High wind chimes in the night

Oh, oh, 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, 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, oh, 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
And I done some time
And I done some time

Standing on the edge of a big empty highway
Lookin' at the blood on the moon
Big diesel Mack comes toolin' down my way
Can't get to that border too soon

Since I came down from Oregon
There's some lessons I have learned
Just standing out there on 101
And watch the fires burn

Running hard and fast out of Klamath Falls
Sixty days or double life
Hail at my back like a shotgun blast
Wind like a cold, cold knife

O Pride of Cucamonga
Bitter olives in the sun
Had me some lovin; and I done some time on
Highway 101

Up in Eureka the sky's full of greed
You can smell it for miles around
For a long lost good old boy down on E Street
It's sure's a hard go-round

Down in Salinas the Strawberry King
Serves Pie-On-The-Sky for the lame and wounded only
Brothers on the yard in cold blue clothes know
Soledad means lonely

I copped Some spare change in Union Square
And heading for the Golden Gate
But i got lost drinking tokay wine in someplace
Called the Haight

O Pride of Cucamonga
Bitter olives in the sun
Had me some lovin' and I done some time on
Highway 101

Up north they say I'm crazy
Back east don't even know my name
You gave me the wrong directions but I
Got here just the same

I see your silver City shine
But you know I can't stay there
Your streets are filled with poison wine
Your windows filled with fear

So I think I'll go down to old Mexico
Where the weed grows green and fine
And wrap myself around a bush of that bright
Oaxaca vine

O Pride of Cucamonga
Bitter olives in the sun
Had me some lovin' and I done some time on
Highway 101