Fresno Chunk (Digging With You) - Hollerado

Oh won’t you search with me up through the mountain

Digging through a junk pass most of my life

And I never felt nothing, but something to do

And I’m doing alright now, I’m digging with you

You’re doing in Fresno by coming down fast?

I ran out of ways of making it last

So I case round the highs, I was saying nighty night

And I couldn’t find nothing but a broken flashlight

My auntie drove up in a old pickup truck

By the end of the driveway she’s picking through junk

I stand but I asked her how much for that light?

She said it ain’t for sale, 'cause I need it tonight

Oh this is the time when the scavengers roam

She pointed to jump as in front of each home

Said come with me, search for lie of your own

And we’ll meet my friends and we can get stoned

I said nice to meet you and I looked in her eyes

She was bout lovely 40, she looked more like 65

A mother and a daughter with some stories to tell

20 years searching refuge for some usage she could sell

She spoke of the son, she’s left him with the sister when he was only 9

But she still sends him letters letters letters from time to time

But he never writes back, no he never writes back

Said I’m sure he’s fine

You say you will keep his football,

I said maybe that’s what we’ll find

Oh won’t you dig with me all through the night

Digging for something most of my life

And I never found nothing but something to do

I’m doin alright now, digging with you

We just drowned our suburbs, California laid to waste

Although at times stay steady steady, through the tides of our taste

We found a cabbage patched all, a pack of playin cards

A toy Superman cape

And she cut up all her drugs on a dress and her 3 legs

A circle of trucks like an indian camp

I eat your amphetamines and everybody danced

Eye of fire, we’re building it

Torn over trash

Slacking off and on a place

And had a Halloween mask

And a ray gun with a broken trigger

Some dark sun glasses

Oh won’t you dig with me all through the night

Digging for something most of my life

And I never found nothing but something to do

I’m doin alright now, digging with you

Yea I think of the stories I promised to tell

I know in me nothing but I hope you’re well

I’m sorry my letter, it hasn’t come still

But I never wrote you and I never will

Oh won’t you dig with me all through the night

Digging for something most of my life

And I never found nothing but something to do

I’m doin alright now, digging with you