Texty: Social Distortion. Hard Times and Nursery Rhymes. California.

Running around like your front page news
Lonely eyes and your motorcycle boots
Tattooed heart and your jet black hair
Running 'round like you don't care

Take me down, take me on down the line

Well, I was born bare with nothing to lose
But the black man taught me how to sing the blues
Made a little life outta rock 'n' roll
And that crazy California, hustle and flow

Take me down, take me on down the line
Take me down, take me on down the line

Well, I went too fast with that rhythm and blues
Almost ended up dead like all those other fools
Everyone's got some sort of ball and chain
What's life without a little pain?

Take me down, take me on down the line
Take me down, take me on down the line

Living in a Hollywood movie dream
And still reaching for the stars
Life gets hard and then it gets good, yeah, hey
Like I always knew it would

Running around like your front page news
Lonely eyes and your motorcycle boots
Tattooed heart and your jet black hair
Running 'round like you don't care

Take me down, take me on down the line
Take me down, take me on down the line
Take me down, take me on down the line
Take me down, take me on down the line

On down the line, on down the line, on down the line
On down the line, on down the line, on down the line