San Ber’dino

Lyrics

[Verse 1] She lives in Mojave in a Winnebago His name is Bobby, he looks like a potato [Refrain] She's in love with a boy from the rodeo Who pulls the rope on the chute when they let those suckers go God damn! The suckers! [Verse 2] He got slobberin' drunk at the Palomino They give him thirty days in San Ber'dino [Refrain] Well, there's forty-four men stashed away in tank C And there's only one shower but it don't apply to Bobby [Bridge] Well, you might think they're dumb and lonely But you're wrong 'cause their love is strong Stacked up hair and a cheap little ring They don't care 'cause it don't mean a thing A-looka there, a-they don't care [Instrumental Break] [Guitar Solo] [Pre-Chorus] Best-est way that they can feel-o Out on the highway, rollin' a wheel-o He's her tootsie, she's for real-o Trailer park heaven, it's a real good deal-o Real good deal-o, real good deal-o Real good deal-o, real good deal-o [Chorus: Johnny "Guitar" Watson] The rest of their lives in San Ber'dino Gonna spend the rest of their lives in San Ber'dino Gonna spend the rest of their lives down in San Ber'dino Come on with me, come on with me Come on with me down in San Ber'dino Just 60 miles, 60 miles down the San Ber'dino freeway They got some dark green air and you can choke all day That's right! Gonna spend the rest of their lives Rest of their lives, rest of their lives [Post-Chorus: Johnny "Guitar" Watson] Say now, ain't talkin' 'bout Fontana Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh Ain't talkin' 'bout the Redlands, no no [Outro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson] Zulch is the auto works I'm telling you, that's where they take all the cars that they hurt Come on and let's all go down to San Ber'dino Ooo-ooo Ooo-ooo Ooo-ooo Let's-a go down, down, down, down in San Ber'dino Wouldja be'lieve it, wouldja be'lieve it San Ber'dino, San Ber'dino San Ber'dino, gotta call it San Ber'dino, c'mere San Ber'dino, San Ber'dino San Ber'dino, San Ber'dino Oh, gotta spend all the days there The rest of their lives in San Ber'dino Oh Bobby, I-I'm sorry you gotta head like a potato, I really am