Lyrics: Alabama 3. Ain't Goin To Goa.

Larry Love, do you remember when I came upon you in that place of sufferin in the valley of darkness?
I took away all your pain and put love in your cold, cold heart
and from that day forward told you to go out and spread my word through music
sweet, pretty, country acid music
from that day larry, you not only joined my church, you embraced my whole philosophy, my whole way of life, because remember little man, don't you gonna goa

I believe I'm gonna shut down the chakra
shift sheva off of my shelf
take down my tye-dye's, my tibetan bells
cool down my karma with a can of o.p.t.
ain't no call for Casteneda in my frontline library

'cause there's one thing I know
Lord above
I ain't gonna go
I ain't gonna goa
ain't gonna goa, now
I ain't gonna goa
ain't gonna goa, now

there are people in the house

I ain't dancin trancin, no thanks, no chance to tranquilize me
I aint sippin no smart bar drinks yo, that dont satisify me
dosen up my dharma with a drop of gasoline
I ain't down with Mr. McKenna, tantric mantric talkin' don't move me

'cause there's one thing I know
Lord above
I ain't gonna go
I ain't gonna goa
ain't gonna goa, now
I ain't gonna goa
ain't gonna goa, now

I don't need no freaky, deeky, fractal geometry, crystal, silicon chip
I ain't walking long lay lines, reading no High Times put me on another bad trip
oh well, Timothy Leary just check out this theory,
he sold acid for the F.B.I.
Well, he ain't no website wonder, the guru just went under,
you can keep your California Sunshine

yeah, I believe you D. Wayne

'cause the righteous truth is there aint nothin worse than some fool lyin on some third world beach in spandex psychadelic trousers smokin damn dope, pretendin he gettin conciousness expansion, I want conciousness expansion I go to my local tabernacle and I sing!

aint' gonna go
ain't gonna goa, now