Song Description
This is about a James Dean-like character and his woman escaping to go south of the border from California.
| Song Length |
4:23 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Rock - Classic |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cheerful, Pleased |
Subject |
Freedom, Fun |
| Similar Artists |
Jackson Browne, David Lindley |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I DON'T KNOW D
Dan Ogan, Sam Cooper
615-469-4067 jericat@yahoo.com
There's this pretty little lady in my ear said it's time to go,
I been fixin' cars and she's been slinging grits in Diablo.
We're done waiting till that magic moment is finally right,
Restored my '46 Knucklehead, so just hold on tight,
chorus
When the Pacific's in view off of 101,
We can take it all in and soak in the sun,
We can count the stars at night from our own Kokomo,
Hell, I don't know.
Some people like cocktails, but we're okay with weed and beer.
When 6 AM rolls around, they both sound like a good idea.
Chorrizo burritos, menudo for the crudo, muy bueno.
We'll make the border by the evening, tonight I'll be unconcho Sancho.
chorus
When Tijuana's in view off of Highway 1,
We can take it all in and soak in the sun,
We can count the stars at night from our own Mexico,
Hell, I don't know.
With every day that goes by, there ain't no lookin' back,
To that one horsepower mountain town hiding way off track.
My baby and me, we're gonna run just as far as we can.
Bonita Senorita, make her smile cause I'm her good times man.
chorus
When LaPaz is in view off of Federal 1,
We can take it all in and soak in the sun,
We can count the stars at night from our own Mexico,
Hell, I don't know.
repeat chorus