See America Right Paroles

A civilian saw me first

And then there was the cop

And then the children standing on the corner

Your love is like a cyclone in a swamp

And the weather's getting warmer



I was getting out of jail

Heading to the Greyhound

You said you'd hop on one yourself

And meet me on the way down
Went and got the case of vodka from a car

And walked the two miles to the bus stop



Got on the bus half drunk again

The driver glared at me

Met up with you in Inglis

Thumbed a ride to Cedar Key

If we never make it back to California

I want you to know I love you

But my love is like a dark cloud full of rain

That's always right there up above you

Hey!