She Left Me In Modesto - Hellbound Glory

We pulled into Modesto after eight hours straight

Of fightin' every mile along that interstate

Stopped to grab some gasoline and buy a pack of smokes

But by the time I left the counter, she was halfway down the road

She left me in Modesto chokin' on dust

Four spinnin' tires headin' for Los Angeles

She never said «Goodbye», Lord she just took off in my truck

Left me high and dry as that damn Modesto dust

And now it gets downright dangerous in them dusty city streets

I caught someone on my cellphone but I left it on the seat

And I’m in downtown Modesto, just a-walkin' and a-wishin'

That I hadn’t left my damn keys stuck in the ignition

She left me in Modesto chokin' on dust

Four spinnin' tires headin' for Los Angeles

She never said «Goodbye», Lord she just took off in my truck

Left me high and dry as that damn Modesto dust

If you see her out in LA, tell her «Keep the truck»

That engine ain’t worth an oil change and it needs a brand-new clutch

She’ll know where to find me: in some Modesto bar

She might’ve stole my beat-up truck, but I’ve got her credit card

She left me in Modesto chokin' on dust

Four spinnin' tires headin' for Los Angeles

She never said «Goodbye», Lord she just took off in my truck

Left me high and dry as that damn Modesto dust

She left me high and dry as that damn Modesto dust

This round’s on me … or, her!