Pride of Cucamonga Acoustic Demo by The Grateful Dead Lyrics
We'll try the old "Pride of Cucamonga" again
On the edge of an empty highway, howling at the blood on the moon
Diesel Mack come 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 on 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 lovin', and I done some time
Since I came down from Oregon, there's a lesson or two I've learned
Standing in the road alone, I'm watching the fires burn
The northern sky it stinks with greed, you can smell it for miles around
The good old boys in the Greystone Hotel are still doing that git on down
Oh oh, Pride of Cucamonga, oh oh, silver apples in the sun
Oh oh, I had me some lovin', and I done some time
[Instrumental break]
I see your silver city'll shine, 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 head for Mexico where the weed grows green and fine
Wrap myself around a bush of that bright, whoa, Oaxaca vine
Whoa whoa, Pride of Cucamonga, oh oh, silver horse in the sun
Oh oh, I had me some lovin', and I done some time
Done some time, and I done some time
On the edge of an empty highway, howling at the blood on the moon
Diesel Mack come 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 on 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 lovin', and I done some time
Since I came down from Oregon, there's a lesson or two I've learned
Standing in the road alone, I'm watching the fires burn
The northern sky it stinks with greed, you can smell it for miles around
The good old boys in the Greystone Hotel are still doing that git on down
Oh oh, Pride of Cucamonga, oh oh, silver apples in the sun
Oh oh, I had me some lovin', and I done some time
[Instrumental break]
I see your silver city'll shine, 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 head for Mexico where the weed grows green and fine
Wrap myself around a bush of that bright, whoa, Oaxaca vine
Whoa whoa, Pride of Cucamonga, oh oh, silver horse in the sun
Oh oh, I had me some lovin', and I done some time
Done some time, and I done some time