Pits of Thunder

Do the Splits in New York City Till the Street Scene Robs
You Blind,
Come Back Home to San Francisco and Try to Reclaim
Your Mind,
Get Drunk in San Diego On a Fifth of Dago Red.
Find a Blanket Under the Freeway, Rest Your Weary Head.
Go Down to Mexico in a Red and White Chevrolet
Come Back Home On a Bolt of Thunder