65 Days In L.A. - Cody Jinks

all i did was drink all day in that hell they call l.a, 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 searchin' for something, instead we all got lost, we were headin' out west and the plans were goin' south, never counted no cost, by the time i hit arizona i was on my way to see, 65 days in l.a. is enough for me, and i would drink 'till the sun came up, and i was tryin' to find myself, but it's hard to find yourself in a state like that, i was born a runnin' man and anywhere i'm free, but 65 days in l.a. is enough for me, been a few good folks out there any and everywhere, we were runnin' down the same things, all about insane, thinkin' we'd find them out there, steppin' over bums on the sidewalk, to get back to my front door, and by the middle of august, couldn't take any more, so i loaded up what little i had left, and i bought two packs of smokes, i was haulin' back to my girl, all back to my own, i was born a runnin' man and anywhere i'm free, but 65 days in l.a. is enough for me, 65 days anywhere is too much for me, too much for me