Pride Of Cucamonga

Music By Phil Lesh
Words By Robert M. Petersen

Released June 1974

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

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