OUT OF JERICHO

I’M IN THE MOOD FOR TIGHT BLUE JEANS,

LIZARD BOOTS AND TURQUISE RINGS,

LEATHER VEST WITH SILVER STUDS,

CADILLAC AND THE STARS ABOVE.

TRAVELLIN’ THROUGH THIS SPACIOUS LAND,

BILLBOARD SIGNS AND FAST FOOD STANDS.

BURMA SHAVE AND SOFT ICE CREAM,

LOOKIN’ FOR THE AMERCIAN DREAM.

DESERT NIGHT, A HOT WIND BLOWS,

HEADIN’ UP FROM MEXICO,

DOIN’ TIME ON AN OPEN ROAD,

SHOW ME THE WAY OUT OF JERICHO.

WHO’S THAT MAN IN THE OVERCOAT,

CARRIN’ THE SIGN SAYS HE NEEDS WORK?

I THINK I’VE SEEN HIS FACE BEFORE,

I’M AFRAID TO OPEN UP THE DOOR.

JAMES DEAN WHERE DID YOU GO?

WISH YOU WERE HERE TO WATCH THIS SHOW.

T.V. SET AND A BEER AT HOME,

A WITNESS TO THE FALL OF ROME.

PRESS MY BOOT DOWN TO THE FLOOR,

MOVIN’ OUT AT A HUNDRED-AND-FOUR,

CLOSE MY EYES AND FEEL THE WIND,

EASY RIDER COME BACK AGAIN.