Lonely Maria lights the candles in her hotel room,
They get her down but in the end they get her through.
Spent the night in Amarillo, wasn't much to see;
She took the blanket and the pillow, and both the hotel keys.
87 octane is freedom,
This car can run straight through the night.
I-10 corridor and Houston,
Looking for memories in the moonlight.
Sitting on her bedroom floor,
She's smoking with the windows closed;
And when the records play she whispers things that no one knows:
Like how to get to California on a dollar a day,
Where theres a city of gold, but no one knows the way.
87 octane and cigarettes,
These roads might just take your life.
Painted deserts and canyons,
Looking for whatever you can find.
87 octane is gospel,
The Pacific glistens in the sunlight.
Santa Monica and a phone call,
Some things you can't leave behind.
from Deep Creek
released June 17, 2011
bass, lead vocal, electric guitar--George Brinkley
mandolin, additional vocals, keyboard--David Carmichael
banjo, additional vocals--Austin Quinn
acoustic guitar--Gabe Rutledge
written by George Brinkley and California Baseball Band
all rights reserved