One Mile Out of Califon

One Mile Out of Califon
By Dave Kleiner

1 mile out of Califon in 1970
I was livin in my parent’s house, my hair was wild and free
I stood out from the local crowd with my bell bottoms on
It was more like Georgia than Jersey one mile from Califon

1 mile out of Califon I stepped into my car
When you’re livin in the country every place you go is far
the windows down and the latest tape of Procul Harem on
I was on my way to see my babe one mile from Califon

The prettiest faces can lead you astray
But the prettiest places can blow you away

2 miles out of Califon when I felt the tire go flat
I pulled over to the shoulder and put on my floppy hat
When I opened up my Hornet’s trunk I found the spare was gone
I was a little mad and a little scared two miles from Califon

2 miles out of Califon when a pickup truck came by
I was ready for a rumble but it was a friendly farmer guy
He said I worked your grampa’s fields and I helped him build the pond
Hop in the back it ain’t safe here two miles from Califon

The prettiest faces can lead you astray
But the prettiest places can blow you away

3 miles out of Califon a Camaro on our ****
I ducked in the hay and started to pray “please let these rednecks pass”
I guess no one was listening cause they put their flashers on
And whooped and cursed and laughed at me three miles from Califon

3 miles out of Califon when they set the hay on fire
Will the bed of a rusty pickup truck be my funeral pyre?
Well I took a leap into the deep grass on the median
I was little bruised but I wasn’t dead three miles from Califon

The prettiest faces can lead your astray
But the prettiest places can blow you away
The prettiest faces sometimes dismay
But the prettiest places can blow you away

One mile out of Califon in 1972
I was workin in my parents’ store
Sellin guitars from Kalamazoo
I recognized my customer though it was 2 years on
And his eyes were red and his hair was long
One mile from Califon