65 days in l.a.

all i did was drink all day in that hell they call l.a

a southern born man wants a gun in his hand

when he sees how they run that place

never say i'm better than anyone

cause lord knows that i'm not

but that california summer wasn't that hot

we went out there searchin' for something

instead we all got lost

we were headin' out west and the plans were goin' south

never counted no cost

by the time i hit arizona i was on my way to see

65 days in l.a. is enough for me

and i would drink 'till the sun came up

and i was tryin' to find myself

but it's hard to find yourself in a state like that

i was born a runnin' man and anywhere i'm free

but 65 days in l.a. is enough for me

been a few good folks out there any and everywhere

we were runnin' down the same things

all about insane

thinkin' we'd find them out there

steppin' over bums on the sidewalk

to get back to my front door

and by the middle of august

couldn't take any more

so i loaded up what little i had left

and i bought two packs of smokes

i was haulin' back to my girl

all back to my own

i was born a runnin' man and anywhere i'm free

but 65 days in l.a. is enough for me

65 days anywhere is too much for me

too much for me