| All I did was drink all day in that hell they call L. A
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| A southern born man wants a gun in his hand
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| When he sees how they run that place
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| Never say I’m better than anyone
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| Cause Lord knows that I’m not
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| But that California summer wasn’t that hot
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| We went out there searchin' for something
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| Instead we all got lost
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| We were headin' out west and the plans were goin' south
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| Never counted no cost
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| By the time I hit Arizona I was on my way to see
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| 65 Days in L.A. is enough for me
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| And I would drink 'till the sun came up
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| And I was tryin' to find myself
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| But it’s hard to find yourself in a state like that
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| I was born a runnin' man and anywhere I’m free
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| But 65 days in L.A. is enough for me
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| Been a few good folks out there any and everywhere
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| We were runnin' down the same things, all about insane
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| Thinkin' we’d find them out there
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| Steppin' over bums on the sidewalk
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| To get back to my front door
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| And by the middle of August, couldn’t take any more
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| So I loaded up what little I had left
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| And I bought two packs of smokes
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| I was haulin' back to my girl, all back to my own
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| I was born a runnin' man and anywhere I’m free
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| But 65 days in L.A. is enough for me
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| 65 days anywhere is too much for me
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| Too much for me |