I'm never going to leave Coalinga I love it here; it is my home Also, I cannot get up Or my bones willpuncture through my skin Coalinga's off Highway Five We make our living off motorist's cash Dad sells 'em faulty road advice Mom sells 'em rainbow colored ice Hometown pride is like good bread By that I mean the name It sounds like a brand of bread I don't want to leave, I wish I were dead! Without a home, a man wonders the Earth He is alone In a wheelchair, I cannot do that My bedpan is full, but I love my home Coalinga! Show pride in Coalinga! Coalinga! I cried in Coalinga!