Al Cabrón - Long Ways to Chuckawalla

On a platform all alone
Ear pressed against the phone
A tinny voice tells you that it’s time

The rain comes down in sheets
Red light bouncing off the streets
Wondering how you’ll flag a ride

The last train is forty dollars
You’re soaked down to the bone
It’s a long ways to Chuckawalla
So you drop a dime to Al Cabrón

Darling what you need?
What’s your speed?
What gets you through the night?
I got Mendocino Magic Pie
Snow so pure it’d make a penguin cry
Or maybe you just need a ride

The last train is forty dollars
You’re soaked down to the bone
It’s a long ways to Chuckawalla
Slide on in with Al Cabrón

Stainless steel reflections
Best leave that belt outsidе
Shake hands with the chaplain
Then just say “goodbyе”
It’s a long ways to Chuckawalla
There’s no road back home
It’s a long ways to Chuckawalla
So roll on back out with Al Cabrón