Interpret:

Tom Petty

Album:

Mojo

took my few belongings


 We headed out to Pirate’s Cove


 In my buddy’s old Defender


 We ran until the gas got low


 We were flying close to heaven


 Everything was starting to glow


 Drivin’ into sunset


 Rollin’ cause we had to roll


 I think he was a preacher


 But lord I can’t recall his name


 He was running out of wind


 But talking to me just the same


 He said five ‘ll get you ten


 But boy you’ve got to stay in the game


 Yeah you got to let it ride


 Or you’ve only got yourself to blame


 We lost a wheel in Santa Cruz


 So we partied with some motel maids


 My friend said I don’t like mine


 So what do you say we trade


 She was a part of my heart


 Now she’s just a line in my face


 They let us go with a warning


 Said we’d book you, but we don’t have a case


 My friend said take her with you


 To leave her here would be a crime


 But let’s get outta Santa Cruz


 All I got is a Canadian dime


 I got a friend in Mendocino 


 And it’s gettin’ close to harvest time


 And she was kinda cute


 If a little past her prime


 On the trip to Pirate’s Cove


 On the trip to Pirate’s Cove


 Drivin’ into sunset


 Drivin’ into sunset