When the sun goes down on this desert valley, all you hear are the big wheels’ roar. Hanging round this old truck stop down … ain’t no good no more. I got a few months left to pay off my mustang. Guess I’m lucky just to have a job. But I can’t wait to get back to L.A., where the opportunities are.

I got my guitar tuned and my harmonica soaking. Gonna sing down at the Broadway Bar. And when I’m hot and my band starts smoking, I feel like I can reach the stars. And when the lights go out and the music’s over, I don’t want no one to take me home. I need to sleep so I can keep my day job … ‘Till I’m ready to hit the road.

Someday I’m gonna make it in L.A. I got a lot of big plans … and some brand new songs to play. This desert living … is getting old. The days are hot and the nights are cold. If only just a few breaks go my way … someday I’m gonna make it in L.A.

A noisy bar or a smoky roadhouse. Any place that lets me sing my songs. Hopped up truckers and drunken cowboys … sometimes sing along. I know every [guy / gal] in this whole damn valley. And all they want to do is settle me down. But I’ve got dreams beyond this scene, and I’m gonna get out of this town.

Someday I’m gonna make it in L.A. I got a lot of big plans … and some brand new songs to play. This desert living … is getting old. The days are hot and the nights are cold. If only just a few breaks go my way … someday I’m gonna make it in L.A.

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