Текст песни Wasco - Jaime Wyatt

I'm goin' up to Wasco, Wasco, I say
Goin' up to Wasco come graduation day
Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love
Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love
Graduation day

Forty-four hundred, ninety-nine inmates
Only one cowboy's got my heart
Twenty-nine miles just northwest of Bakersfield
If he ain't callin' I know he's on the yard

Well maybe if I'd spent a little more time in highschool
I just might be somebody else's girl
But my daddy left home for Mary Ellen's mama
And we've been scrappin' ever since

You don't have to tell me he can't be saved
Might be an outlaw, but we're ridin' away
Come graduation day

And I'm goin' up to Wasco, Wasco, I say
Goin' up to Wasco come graduation day
Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love
Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love
Graduation day

Baby one day's pushin' that blue Impala
And I bet my last dollar my baby's got a plan
And I quit my job down at Lita's bakery
Said, "I can't wear that hat"

You don't have to tell me he can't be saved
I love me an outlaw and we're ridin' away
Graduation day

And I'm goin' up to Wasco, Wasco, I say
Goin' up to Wasco come graduation day
Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love
Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love
Graduation day

Graduation day
Ain't nobody gonna tell me who to love
Oh, my baby
Oh, my baby