She pulled into town in a dusty Cadillac and when she told him to get in he figured there was no going back. That wasn't entirely correct.
She blew into town in a big black Lincoln. The dust was caked up on the outside but the inside smelled like leather as we drove off toward the Grapevine. In the glovebox was a little silver automatic and a brand new Rio filled with Spike Jones rips...
From Bakersfield back to Fresno
and everywhere in between
Everything was wrong
and it was all because of me
At the bottom of the hill
I said this will be just fine
Last time I saw you
you were just a grape on the vine...
I know you wonder how I'll ever get along
What will the Lost Boy do --
now that the Smart Girl's gone?
I haven't seen the world
but there's one thing that I know
You're just a short, short ride
on a long, long road...
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