L.A. County Blues – The Band Of HeathensBy I was never one for compromiseI couldn’t fit at schoolGonzo by the seventh gradeI played them all the foolI couldn’t find shoes my size, had to walk ten milesBlisters on the backs of my soul and an illegal smileWe’re burning down Las Vegas Town, had to sleep by noonDrank my money on a red roulette that’s a ride you can’t refuseFive hours down with a sunrise frown, lightning in your shoesIt’s one foot in the ether with the LA County bluesThey got me on accessoryThirty days in jailOne headlight in a Louisville nightWithout a chance at bailBut I’ll be home by derby timeSo please save me a seatMint Juleps on the outfield grassThe old south tastes so sweetWell you can call me Mr. Raoul DukeI’ll know what you meanBlinded by a quart of rumAnd a dose of mescalineThe Mint 400 didn’t slow me downI kinda like the speedThe failure of our generationFor a couple bags of weed www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20