I've got a head full of lightning
and I'm running on luck
Cruising this valley in a hot wire truck
And I'm rolling, rolling down
I got Je sus on my dashboard
And the monkey on my back
Thirty -eight blue steel
And smoking on my lap
And I'm rolling, rolling down
Rollin' down, rollin' down
I'm crashin', mama,
and the night's getting cold
On San Fernando Road
I've got a number in my pocket
I can't remember what it's for
Maybe it's my baby,
maybe it's a score
But I'm rollin', rollin' down
This gear, she's a -workin'
Now I'm out for some fun
And I'm itchin' like a finger
On the trigger of a gun
And I'm rollin', rollin' down
Rollin' down
Rollin' down
I'm crashin' mama
And the night's getting cold
On San Fernando
Hey!
Mama,
won't you help me, I'm lost and alone
I've been driving round in circles,
trying to find my way back home
And I'm rolling, rolling down
3 a .m. and this world's shutting down
Chalk another night for
this California town
I'm rollin', rollin' down
Rollin' down
Rollin' down
I'm crashin', mama
And the night's getting cold
On San Fernando Road
Rolling down
Baby I'm rolling down
Rolling down
I'm crashing mama
And the night's getting cold
On San Fernando Road
Mmm, I can hear it coming
You