Mike Bray (Don't Drink the Water) - Kyle Gass Band

He packed up his belongings

And he drove all the way to LA

People callin' on the mobile

Told him, you’re too good to stay

Smoky bars and shitty cars

For him t’was the only way

An old guitar and cargo shorts

Dreaming of a better day, yow

Sacred knowledge

Community college

Don’t Drink the Water, Mike Bray

Suitcase full of dreams, pocket full of schemes

But sometimes dreams just ain’t enough

So he looked deep inside into that heart full of pride

And found that makin' it sure is tough

Electric blues lit his fuse

At Cozy’s with bros he did play

He knew he had what it took, and he could tell by their looks

That he blew those bros away, oh

Don’t go down the alley

That deep in the valley

Don’t drink the water, Mike Bray

To make it in the city

A man’s gotta live by his wits

Dime store preachers, Ladies of the night

Homeless guys takin' a shit

But you can’t smell the shit till you stepped in it

Brother let me tell you why

Make a wrong turn and you might get burned

I know what it’s like to die

The dreams you may be dreamin'

Might not be what they’re seemin'

Don’t drink the water, Mike Bray

Don’t drink the water, Mike Bray

Don’t drink the water, Mike Bray

Don’t drink the water, Mike Bray

Don’t drink the water, Mike Bray…