Red Bluff - Mike Watt

It was '39

And what a time to be born in

But you were born then

World at war

Tore and sore as all hell

Oh, well

Red Bluff

Red Bluff

Red Bluff

Little boy with all that noise and symbol

Not so simple

The neighbor’s doors just waiting for your painting

Your interpetrating

Red Bluff

Red Bluff

Red Bluff

Old B.B. beat the jeebies out of your hide

You dreamed of killing him each night

His pop, your grandpop got the brain-pop

Keeled over ragin' full-on

Red Bluff

Red Bluff

Red Bluff

Went to work for that church when they promised schoolin'

But they were just foolin', damn!

And getting a girl preggers was the last straw

Can you still hear your ma sayin' «Dickie, Dickie, oh, Dickie»?

Red Bluff

Red Bluff

Red Bluff

Gotta get the fuck out of Red Bluff