California Blues (Fat Chance Slim Chance)

Movin’ to the city gonna to make it big
Fat Chance Slim Chance
You betta pull your rig
Cold Turkey
You put em all to sleep
You got to glaze your ham & smoke it down to New Orleans

Feelin’ kinda restless, tired of the South
Fat Chance Slim Chance
You better shut your mouth
Damn Yankees
They don’t know what from what
Take a trip out west to the land that’s full of fruits & nuts

Sinking California nothing gold can stay
Fat Chance Slim Chance
For Arizona Bay
These people
They surely make the news
But readin’ between the lines is enough to give a man the blues

Speak of disappointment, Cali’s own Prop 8
Fat Chance Slim Chance
Cause we can’t procreate
Queer Issues
They surely bat their eyes
But when it comes to votes, Damn, they never legalize

Take it from a stoner, givin’ Props to 19
Fat Chance Slim Chance
For that grim little weed
Drug Cartels
I guess they ain’t so bad
This kinda double talk is enough to make a man go mad

Full of disillusion, wonderin’ where to roam
Fat Chance Slim Chance
Of ever goin’ home
This Country
It’s got me on the lamb
Think I’ll steal away to a hash bar down in Amsterdam

02-07-2021