Waking up feeling
Good and limber
When the telephone it ring
Was a bad man from
California
Telling of a stone he'd bring
I'd bring
[Hook]
And of
Better days
From this town
We'd escape
If we holler loud
And make our way
We'd all live
One big holiday
[Verse 2]
So we listened and
Up the river
And recorded all the sounds
Was some shaking and some
Record playing
All the leather kids were loud