There Oughta Be A Law Against Sunny Southern California Lyrics - Terry Allen

Chorus: 

Well I goin back 

Goin home again 

Yeah I'm goin back 

To my own again 

Yeah I'm goin back 

Ahhh to my home town 

The one that put me out 

The one that put me down 

Well I wired up a car in East Fontana 

I was aeaded for San Berdu 

Ahhh my midnight oil 

It was on the boil 

An boy I was a barrel through 

Then I took a turn 

But I hit the curb 

An spun off the center lane 

An when I heard the crash 

Well I stomped on the gas 

An I was barrel on again 

I leave a few people dead 

But I got open road ahead 

Yeah 

I leave a few people dead 

But I got open road ahead 

An I remember the cop 

With his slicked-back hair 

When he told me 

To get out aere 

An I remember the judge 

With his gold plated mouth 

He said "go live in the north 

You gonna die down South' 

You gonna die down south 

Chorus 

I went flyin through South San Berdu 

With my mind on East L.A. 

Where my pachuco queen 

She's cookin re-fried beans 

An she waitin for me today 

Yeah stopped on off at the liquor store 

Made every body lay down on the floor 

Took all their whiskey 

Took their bread 

Then Shot out their lights 

Just before I fled 

Yeah 

I leave a few people dead 

But I got open road ahead 

Yeah 

I leave a few people dead, 

But I got open road ahead 

An I remember the bitch 

Whose black tongue lied 

When she told me 

She's dissatisfied 

An I remember her daddy 

Big as a truck 

He said "fuck with me boy 

if you want to fuck 

Yeah, fuck with me boy 

if you want to fuck 

Chorus 

Yeah there oughta be a law 

Against sunny Southern California 

Yeah there oughta be a law 

Against putting the devil 

Behind the wheel... 

Cause as long as you people are gonna 

Sanction such an evil 

Well I'm gonna turn your asphalt 

Back Into brimstone 

Yeah You God damned bet 

I will