Situations kind of rough,
Thinking about the things you've done,
Makes you just wanna curl up and cry
Your best friends gone he's on the run,
A star destined lover with a gun, six string, and a beer by his side
So have yourself another round
And lay them shiny glasses down,
And think about how it all went black
He's now four he's getting old,
But he don't know the things that go,
All he knows is Tonka Trucks and between.
So stay off the hard stuff this time,
Stay California sober til you die...
Your mamma's been stuck, she's on a rut,
Pondering on the things you done,
It all seems the world's against you,
But hold your head mighty high,
If you have to go on and cry,
Let it all, burn outside
You take your pills, you go to work,
Deal with kids more than worth,
All the heartaches, and headaches in between
But your loved and through it all,
The screaming and the Tylenol, you know this ain't the end...
So stay off the hard stuff this time,
Stay California sober til you die...
Stay off the hard stuff this time...
So stay off the hard stuff this time,
Stay California sober til you die...