l.a. county blues
band of heathens, the
i was never one for compromise
gonzo by the seventh grade
i played them all the fool
i couldn't find shoes my size
blisters on the backs of my soul and an illegal smile
we're burning down las vegas town
drank my money on a red roulette that's a ride you can't refuse
five hours down with a sunrise frown
it's one foot in the ether with the la county blues
one headlight in a louisville night
but i'll be home by derby time
mint juleps on the outfield grass
the old south tastes so sweet
well you can call me mr. raoul duke
blinded by a quart of rum
the mint 400 didn't slow me down
the failure of our generation
for a couple bags of weed