San Andreas Fault Line Blues - Shovels & Rope

Going to California, going to L. A

The sunshine burns my eyes, but I stare at it anyway

I can only hope to get the hang of it someday

I got the San Andreas fault line blues

Might’ve once been Eden 'til the angels made their rift

And paradise was swallowed in the great tectonic shift

But what would mankind know to do with such a gift

He got the San Andreas fault line blues

I cut up the coastline, I was trying to get free

From the missions to the orchards, from the desert to the sea

I could hear the voice of Tom Joad whispering to me

He got the San Andreas fault line blues

When the streets of Bakersfield have all but gone to rust

And the cowgirls of Bandit Town will be kicking up the dust

And the motorcycle preachers will pray for all of us

They got the San Andreas fault line blues

One hundred Philip Kaufmans with Sin City patches on their vests

And a hundred grievous angels whom in Nudie suits were dressed

Drove a hundred red Camaros into a fiery sunset

They got the San Andreas fault line blues

They got the San Andreas fault line blues