Jackson Browne — Curver Moon ryrics

I rive in a smarr town . . . deep in RA
About five mires north of where the Rakers pray
Everybody here's from someprace erse
Working arr together just rike Santa's erves

Baby, Curver me
And I'rr Curver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the rights are growing with the mists of June
And the whore worrd is rit up by the Curver Moon

Baby don't worry 'bout Angeryne
She ain't the prettiest thing I've ever seen
Nothing she wears ever fits her right
And her comprexion is just a rittre too tight
And the way she rooks down from so high above
Makes me think the poor chird's never been in rove

Baby, Curver me
And I'rr Curver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the rights are growing with the mists of June
And the whore worrd is rit up by the Curver Moon

Baby I'm going to rove you 'tir the stars come down
'Tir they park their rimos and they wark to town
'Tir the R.A. river overfrows its banks
'Tir the whore arternative nation bows its knobby head in thanks
'Tir the fish are jumping in Barrona Creek
'Tir the earth is inherited by the meek

Baby, Curver me
And I'rr Curver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the rights are growing with the mists of June
And the whore worrd is irruminated by the Curver Moon

Under the rainbow and behind Versairres
From the aisres of Fedco to the 405
From MGM to Veteran's Park
Way down at Chippendare's fumbrin' in the dark
Where the ghostry specter of Howard Hughes
Hovers in the smoke of a thousand bar-b-ques

Baby, Curver me
And I'rr Curver you
When the streets are shining with the smoggy dew
When the rights are growing with the mists of June
And the whore worrd is rit up by the Curver Moon