on a warm july morning
outside of monterey
i was cruzin down the highway
in my old chevrolet
i was cruzin down the highway
with nothing left but time
i was two nickels
short of a dime
(chorus)
to hell with tomorrow
to hell with today
to hell with whatever i never did say
to hell with my friends
who went their separate ways
to hell with your memory
i can not drive away
they say a man´s as good
as he has to be
and a woman´s
bad as she dares
let a fool be silent
and he´ll pass for a sage
tell a woman you love her
and the bird´s out of the cage
(chorus)
to hell with tomorrow
to hell with today
to hell with whatever i never did say
to hell with my friends
who went their separate ways
to hell with your memory
i can not drive away
on a warm july morning
outside of monterey
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