Out on the edge of an empty highway, howling at the blood on the moon
Big diesel Mack truck rolling down my way, can't hit that border too soon
Running hard out of Muskrat Flats, it was sixty days or double life
Hail on my back like a shotgun blast, high wind chimes in the night
Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, oh, oh bitter olives in the sun
Oh, oh I had me some lovin', and I done some time
Since I came down from Oregon, there's a lesson or two I've learned
By standing in the road alone, standing watching the fires burn
The northern sky it stinks with greed, you can smell it for miles around
Good ole boys in the Greystone Hotel, sitting doing that git on down
Oh, oh the Pride of Cucamonga, of, of silver apples in the sun
I see your silver shining town, but I know I can't go there --
Your streets run deep with poisoned wine, your doorways crawl with fear
So I think I'll drift for ol' where it's at, where the weed grows green and fine
And wrap myself around a bush of that bright, whoa, on Oaxaca vine
Yes, it's me, I'm the Pride of Cucamonga, I can see golden forests in the sun