Valley Mud

hand over your heart,
girl i know you been waiting for
my end for us to start.
lately these streets flood
its the Valley and its mud.
storms have raged relentless tears
and don't this bitter hail
seem endless,
this dirty Valley and its mud.
back to the Fat Dog this summer
let us pray we don't go under,
Janie we both know this here's love!
Jersey cast you out
but hasn't Balboa always been home?
Its the Valley and its mud.
Ain't a shadow mean a thing
when we're shootin' down the stars!
hand over your heart,
girl i know you been waiting for
my end for us to start.
Janie you had known since Utah
it was me,
but more than you thought,
its been the Valley and its mud.