To the valley of fire
There's a burnin' sun
naked in the noon dy sky
There's a little t.v. in a trailer house
spenin out what tey say
Well you can toon out the neighbors again
arguing all afternoon

The lunatics fight when the politics dance
cause that's the sound of my kind
Pickup [bad word] and a dead lawn
I [bad word] I got my beer
and a place to hang
It's called the valley of fire

There's a little town
Ooh about five miles away
There's a little store and a gas station
and a bar where I like to play
Well I can crank up my 'lectric guitar
and cry out all my blues
My women she done left me
No, nothing here all around
cause that's the sound of my kind
One horse town for my nightlife

I [bad word] I got my beer
It just ain't the same
since my women let me go,she let me go
cause that's the sound of my kind
Open road,one headlight
ahead of me,I don't know
I just live my life,in the valley of fire