He took a drive down the coast highway

Blowin' where the air was fresh and clean

He had a plan that said I'll do it my way

Rollin' from the desert to the sea





Hit twenty-one years old up in prison

Just a little night job with a stolen key

Two years liftin' weights and pumpin' iron there in his cell

He came out lookin' just like Mohammed Ali





He drove around tailgating trucks and busses

Whistling some new Michael Jackson tune

He thought back on his momma and what she told him long ago

Do it right son, please, don't do it wrong





He's goin' home

Gonna buy some stuff down at the pier

He's all alone

He's got a radio, a gun, and some japanese beer

And on the highway he saw the big cars in line

And he thought, behind every fortune... there's got to be a crime





He took a drive down the coast highway

Blowin' where the air was fresh and clean

He had a plan that said I'll do it my way

But he could not plan for what he couldn't see





He's goin' home

All alone

And he stopped at a couple of markets and drug stores along the way

He'd just walk up and down the aisle and smile––funny that way





The last place he drove into had to be my place

They said he'd run out of gas anyway

And as he walked up to the counter with a blue steel gun in his hand

I took out my long rifle and I blew him away

I blew him away