San Ber'dino (Live)

She lives in Mojave in a Winnebago His name is Bobby, he looks like a potato She's in love with a boy from the rodeo Who pulls the rope on the chute When they let those suckers go He got slobberin' drunk at the Palomino They give him thirty days in San Ber'dino Well there's forty-four men Stashed away in tanksea An' there's only one shower But it don't apply to Bobby You may think they're dumb an' lonely But you're wrong 'cause their love is strong Stacked-up hair an' a cheap little ring They don't care 'cause it don't mean a thing Looka there... They don't care Best-est way that they can feel-o Out on the highway Rollin' a wheel-o She's her tootsie He'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 The rest of their lives in San Ber'dino 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 An' you can choke all day Gonna spend the rest of their live The rest of their lives The rest of their lives down in San Ber'dino Ain't talkin' 'bout Fontana Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh Ain't talkin' 'bout ah ah Ain't talkin' 'bout uh uh Ain't talkin' 'bout the Redlands, no no 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 Would ya be'lieve it Would ya be'lieve it Let's-a go down in San Ber'dino San Ber'dino San Ber'dino San Ber'dino San Ber'dino San Ber'dino darlin' San Ber'dino San Ber'dino San Ber'dino In San Ber'dino Oh Bobby, I'm sorry you gotta head like a potato I really am Patric, Adrian, Tommy, Terry, Peter, Ed Thank you, good night