California Sober

I'm gonna hang from the rafters and stretch out my crooked spine
I'm gonna hang from the rafters and stretch out my crooked spine
I see a black-haired woman every time I close my eyes

You're born sunny side up, spine to spine with your mom
You're born sunny side up, spine to spine with your mom
Ah, Mary never told Jesus to get a job

Way down in Petaluma, said her drinking days are over
Way down in Petaluma, said her drinking days are over
Still smoking weed on the weekend, call it California sober

I lay a busted harmonica out on Pigpen's grave
I lay a busted harmonica out on Pigpen's grave
Cure my Oakland sadness on the shores of Monterey

I'm gonna hang from the rafters and stretch out my crooked spine
I'm gonna hang from the rafters and stretch out my crooked spine
I see a black-haired woman every time I close my eyes
I see a black-haired woman every time I close my eyes