Gold in California
Gold in California
I love it like its my home town
But I wasn't born here
Was never a quarterback Last chance Hail Mary Trying to get out of here
But if I ever lay roots down T
his is my sacred ground
Well it's one mile straight shot
Two by the blacktop
Dirt through the redwoods
Out to the last rock
Come see the gold In California
lt's like God's own painting Baby,
I'll be there waiting for ya
Oh, take a jet plane Dirt road Wagon wheel West bound train that's waiting for ya
Come see the gold in California
HIgh over Big Sur
Sunset dripping in deep blue
It's like an "X" on a map Like a best secret that waits for you
Wind in a cotton dress Ahhh it's blowing through your hair
Waves in the wind Like a flag I'd follow you anywhere
Anywhere yeah yeah nananana Hollywood hippies
Acting all trippy
Riding Route 1
Sitting out the quake
East coast schemers And rust belt dreamers Are headed west boy
Till that axel breaks
It's six days straight shot
Three if you don't stop
Dirt through the redwoods
Up to the last rock