Songtext L.A. county blues Band Of Heathens (The)

L.A. county blues

I was never one for compromise
I couldn’t fit at school
Gonzo by the seventh grade
I played them all the fool
I couldn’t find shoes my size, had to walk ten miles
Blisters on the backs of my soul and an illegal smile

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They’re burning down Las Vegas Town, had to sleep by noon
Drank my money on a red roulette that’s’ a ride you can’t refuse
Five hours down with a sunrise frown, lightning in your shoes
It’s one foot in the ether with the LA County blues

They got me on accessory
Thirty days in jail
One headlight in a Louisville night
Without a chance at bail
But I’ll be home by derby time
So please save me a seat
Mint Juleps on the outfield grass
The old south tastes so sweet

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Well you can call me Mr. Raoul Duke
I’ll know what you mean
Blinded by a quart of rum
And a dose of mescaline
The Mint 400 didn’t slow me down
I kinda like the speed
The failure of our generation
For a couple bags of weed.

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