Show Pride in Coalinga
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!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
When I came to this city, the highway lined with colors Red, white and blue, with green and purple food wrappers You can come and see, or live here with me Mary Poppins played here; it was not the premiere But we were there, Faxed Head, high on glue Pregnant with desire, to see her on our proud screen A Christian runs the BP, a man of peace, he helped me He brought a flower to my bed At the hardware store, good cheer As I buy some epoxy cement I love what I see, thank you glue. In spring, at Burger King, they put up orange banners In December, they put up red In their parking lot, I shot myself As I bled into my can of glue I felt a communion with my hometown.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026