The first of days, on our way
Towards the biggest stage of the western states
At the Thunderbird Lodge
The creeping resident gives a strong salute
Not the best shoes for shingles though
Things are great, yeah, things are great
In a cow shit smelling hellhole called Coalinga

Called Coalinga
Coalinga
Called Coalinga
Try not to spill anything
You're welcome back anytime
You're welcome back anytime

The windy walk provided to be quite a trip
Being carried by my ribcage up the hill
"God damn," someone said
Seated at the table of a hotel bar, no epiphanies
But the thing is, it isn't
And they said
"You're welcome back anytime
To the foul-ass smelling hellhole called
Coalinga"

Called Coalinga
Coalinga
Called Coalinga
You're welcome back anytime, anytime (anytime)
Called Coalinga
Coalinga
Called Coalinga
You're welcome back anytime, anytime

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Writer(s): Benjamin Bridwell, Brantley Gutierrez, Harrison Kipner, Sam Farrar