Adam Lopez: Music

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Get this boy outta this town now Momma.
Take him home to the real City of Angels for this concrete jungle has made him tough.
Bled him dry, he done had enough.
Uptight. Everything ain't outta sight.


So show me the way girl, point us in the right direction and keep it rollin'.
East bound, Highway 40, early hours of the a.m. light.
Coffee and smokes, music and stories, laughter and jokes, we alright.
90 miles an hour on the interstate of love.
You and I, the future baby is all I'm thinking of.

I don't care what time you've got.
For I am living on my own clock.
It's rules by the stars and the moon up above in the sky.
My electric lady, you the apple of my eye.