Lucinda
We met one summer evening
As the sun was going down
She was lying on the beach
In her graduation gown
She was wrapped up in a blanket
(I could tell she knew her way around)
And as I lay down beside her
You know she never made a sound
On down the beach came the beach-cleaning man
Scoopin´ up the papers and flattening down the sand
"Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda - we´ve got to run away
That big white truck is closin´ in
And we´ll get wounded if we stay"
Now Lucinda lies buried ´neath the California sand
Put under by the beach-cleaning man
Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda - why´d you have to go?
They sent her to high school
hey sent her to low school
She just wouldn´t go further