G, D,C,G, D,C,GD I walked home all the way from East BeachC With an oil spill sticking to my feetG To that little house on salinas StreetC Throwing rocks in the creek my brothers and meG D Yeah mom held it down on a county wageC Clothes on our back some food on our platesG D Every Saturday night Mariachis playedC and i listen through the wind to the lowrider swayG D Yeah I grew up in a West Coast TownC back before they chased the working-class outG D C You know we don't fuck around were I grew upAm G D C G D C G In a west coast townD Fourth of July Leadbetter BeachC Salt Air digging in my lungs so deepG D Chase her all night but she couldn't seeC It was Paradise but I had to leaveG D Yeah I grew up in a West Coast TownC back before they chased the working-class outG D C You know we don't fuck around were I grew upAm G D C G D C G In a west coast townEm Bm C G Now I'm long gone like stop lights on the freewayEm Bm C D You can tear me down but I'll ill never change [Instrumental]G D G D C G D C G D C G(G) D Yeah I grew up in a West Coast TownC back before they chased the working-class outG D C Am You know we don't fuck around were I grew upG D Yeah I grew up in a West Coast TownC back before they chased the working-class outG D C Am You know we don't fuck around were I grew upG D C In a west coast townG D C G In a west coast town
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Chris Shiflett & the Dead Peasants
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