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to jail, I hope you go To Solano
I hope you go to Santa Rita

Cause if you go to CoCo County, you'll Never learn your lesson
Motherfuckers treat CoCo County

fingers flowing down my back
My heart's just still water starting to flow at last

And you couldn't stop counting stars in Santa Barbara
And I can't stop

a little magic when the sun goes down

Drivin'

Off to Santa Barbara with the morning tide
Then Hollister Ranch, we made a big tube ride
I ain't jivin'
Keep

coming to an end

Then a week had passed
Since I had seen you last
I drove to Santa Barbara
And in your place
Living in your body’s space
It wasn’t you

In Old  Santa Barbara on a street labeled nowhere
In a car that was driven by a man who fell for her
Headed in a new direction, with her and her four