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L.A. Custom Blues   (Gram Parsons / Carl Jackson)


Well, I just touched down from crossin' the Atlantic
For 20 days I've really played it cool
But I must admit I'm nervous and a feelin' kinda frantic
With a touch of fever comin' on from the L.A. customs blues

I'm over 21 and I've been drinkin'
They can search me, I ain't carryin' none
But that officer is glaring and I know just what he's thinkin'
I'm about to make your day you long haired son of a gun

Oh, please Mr. customs man won't you let me be
I ain't got a thing you want hidden anywhere on me
Don't take off my jacket, don't take off my shoes
Don't take off my trousers, got the L.A. customs blues

Well, I'll admit I don't look presidential
But I'm tellin' you I ain't done nothing wrong
Is every single thing I own a weapon of potential
Just because I pick a guitar and sing a country song

Ain't done a thing outside the law since I was 10 years old
Septin' raid a laundry bar and flog a bit o' gold
I was only 13 and I've been straight since then
Please, Mr. customs man, won't you let me in

Oh, please Mr. customs man won't you let me be
I ain't got a thing you want hidden anywhere on me
Don't take off my jacket, don't take off my shoes
Don't take off my trousers, got the L.A. customs blues

Don't take off my jacket, don't take off my shoes
Don't take off my trousers, got the L.A. customs blues