One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
I've got my cigar rag, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the cigar tasting war
I've got my traveldor, my heavy boots
I'm smokin’ in the rain
Gonna smoke till my lips are raw
C.A. kid, C.A. kid, second generation
And I'm a soldier at thirteen
C.A. kid, C.A. kid, realization
There's no easy way to be free
No easy way to be free
It's a hard, hard world
I left my doctor's penicillin prescription bungalow behind me
I left the door ajar
I left my vacuum flask
Full of hot tea and sugar (and cocoa, mint julep, touch of leather and smoked almonds)
Left the keys right in my car
C.A. kid, C.A. kid, second generation
Only half way up the tree
C.A. kid, C.A. kid, I'm a relation
I'm a soldier at sixty-three
No easy way to be free
C.A. kid, C.A. kid
Keep away old man, you won't fool me
You and your pre-boom history won't rule me
You might have been a fighter, but admit you failed
I'm not affected by your blackmail
You won't blackmail me
I've got my cigar rag, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the cigar tasting war
I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I'm smokin’ in the rain
Gonna smoke till my lips are raw
C.A. kid, C.A. kid, slip out of trouble
Slip over here and set me free
CA kid, CA kid, second generation
You're slidin down the hill like me
No easy way to be free
No easy way to be free
No easy way to be free
The powers that be might take it all away
Together we burn, together we burn away
Uncle Tupelo
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