65 Days in L.A. (Modified)

All I did was drink all day in that hell they call LA

A Southern born man wants a gun in his hand

When he sees how they run that place

Never say I'm better than anyone 'cause Lord knows that I'm not

But that California summer wasn't that hot

We went out there searching for something

Instead we all got lost

We were heading out west and the plans were going south

And we never counted no cost

By the time I hit Arizona I was on my way to see

Sixty-five days in LA is enough for me

I would drink 'til the sun came up

And I was trying to find myself

But it's hard to find yourself in a state like that

I was born a running man and anywhere I'm free

But sixty-five days in LA is enough for me

Met a few good folks out there

Many and everywhere

We were running down the same things

All about insane

Thinking we'd find them out there

Stepping over bums on the sidewalk

To get back to my front door

By the middle of August I couldn't take anymore

So I loaded up what little I had left

And I bought two packs of smokes

I was hauling back to my girl, on back to my home

I was born a running man and anywhere I'm free

But sixty-five days in LA is enough for me

Sixty-five days anywhere is too much for me

Too much for me