Father says my days are done I head west I follow the sun The world says to grit and grind It's alright I got money on my mind And everybody's feeling fine I all came green Maybe black With aces and jacks in my hand If you really want to change the tide You got to stick the dynamite Out in the open sky It's all been said Ain't nothing ever gonna die Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Whoa-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Whoa-oh Underneath the highway signs A freeway covered by old power lines Somewhere outside of Indio She put my head in the orange grove Whoa And you should've seen it there The way the flowers bloomed The way she took off her shoes I'm sure she'd say it was heaven sent But all I know is how that kiss went Whoa