wakin' up, feelin' good & limber
when the telephone, it ring
was a bad man from california
tellin' of a stone he'd bring
and of better days
from this town, we'd escape
if we holler loud & make our way
we'd all live one big holiday
so we listened & up the river
and recorded all the sounds
was some shakin' & some record playin'
all the leather kids were loud