I took my few belongings
We headed out to Pirate's Cove.
In my buddy's old Defender
We ran until the gas got low.
We were flying close to heaven
Everything was starting to glow.
Drivin' in the sunset...
Rollin' cause we had to roll.
I think he was a preacher
But Lord I can't recall his name.
He was running out of wind
But talkin' to me just the same.
He said five'll get you ten
Before you got to stay in the game.
Yeah, you gotta let it ride
Or you only got yourself to blame.
We lost a wheel in Santa Cruz
So we partied with some motel maids.
My friend said, "I don't like mine..
So whaddayah say we trade?
She was a part of my heart,
Now she's just a light in my face.
They let us go with a warning,
Said, "We'd book you but we don't have a case".
My friend said, "Take her with you,
To leave her here would be a crime.
But let's get out of Santa Cruz
All I got is a Canadian dime.
I got a friend in Mendocino
At it's gettin' close to harvest time.
And she was kinda cute...
If a little past her prime.
On the trip to Pirate's Cove (x 2)
Ridin' in the sunset (x 2)
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