Lyrics - Calistan by Black Frank

I took three days to drive down one street
The radio on, tuned to the big fleet
Invisible planes are cracking the concrete
That's just what some people say
I put down my blanket on
Cigarette
Butt
Beach
I saw the old man, he was doing
OKHe's making his last stand
On old bottles and cans'
Round there,
Calistan way
Used to be sixteen lanes
Used to be
Nuevo
Spain
Used to be
Juan
Wayne
Used to be
Mexico
Used to be
Navajo
Used to be yippy-yay-
I don't know
Went in from the weather when
I got wheezy
I play some pachinko
I play pachisi
And
St.
Anne is still making it breezy
In the valley of tar that once was
L.
A.
And my best friend he's the king of karaoke
He struck up a cord and he took it away
Out of the pan
And into
Japan'
Round there,
Calistan way
Used to be sixteen lanes
Used to be
Juan
Wayne
Used to be
Mexican
Used to be
Espano
Nuevo
Used to be
Navajo
Used to be yippy-yay-
I don't know

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