Slip of a girl, sliver of moon With her daddy's duffel bag from the 3rd platoon Nineteen in dusty jeans All the guts and glitter of a young marine
Heading out of Shreveport Four bald tires on a stripped down jeep And L.A.'s such along way 32 hours on half a night's sleep
Hang on L.A., don't fall off into the sea I got a date with the city of angels Tell my mama them angels they'll watch over me
Billboard sign says "Jesus Saves" She sees 'em every 30 minutes along the way The bible belt and the guilt she felt Blocks it all out with her Jackie O. shades
Well the radiator's smoking outside of Palm Springs She can almost hear the angels sing Three cups of coffee and half a pack of smokes away