TOPANGA


Copyright 2001 by Grant Carrington


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Cowboy comes down the road, doin' ninety miles an hour.
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One hand's wrapped around the wheel, the other round a joint.
He treats each minute as if it was an hour.
He's going nowhere, just from point to point.
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And I wish I was in Topanga. (twice)

Coyote prowls the hills and the valleys of L.A.
He hobknobs with the rock and movie stars.
He howls by night and he sleeps by day
And he haunts the Sunset Stripper bars.

And I wish I was in Topanga. (twice)

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Sweet Topanga: I miss your scrub-brush hills.
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I miss your canyons and your skies of blue.
Topanga Canyon Highway: A road goin' straight to Hell,
From Canoga Park down to Malibu.

People in Topanga, they live a life so free,
Living on the edge of hope and despair.
Topanga Canyon: That's where I would like to be,
And someday soon I shall be there.

And I wish I was in Topanga. (three times)