Baja

Load up head out first light
Lucille she don’t go fast
She likes those hot grateful dead tapes
Laying on her dash
You’re gonna make it to Baja
Don’t you forget to come back

Crossing the border mid-morning
Should be home in the desert by evening
wonder if the roads held up
Even with the rain coming down
You’re gonna make it to Baja
Hope you come right back around

There’s no place like home in the southern skies
There’s no place like home where the crow flies
Won’t you take me there the next time
The next time


What waves Mexico brings
So have a ride for me
I’ll be sitting here looking out my window
Imaging I was looking out at the sea
You’ve made it to Baja
Hope you come right back to me