to California Going to live the life Sippin' on tequila, night after night Dreaming of the moment when everything is right A little bit of love goes a long, way tonight I'm going to California
Screw California And friends that are never there And places that they oughta Pretend that they even care From a false family, she could light you up
Tercüme: Rogue Wave. Kaliforniya.
Tercüme: Dalga. Kaliforniya.
(Pat Green) Hello California, Sure is strange to be here today. What's a boy from down in Austin Doin' in the city of angels anyway? So won't ya come
I can, fantasize 'bout the car I drive Don't leave the light on I can find my way It's been so long now I have to say... [Chorus] I'm goin'ta California
goodbye Was a long drive, a heartache I'm still trying to get through Texas was you Carolina was a black car A big white number three California was
the money in their hands But if you get to California Save a piece of gold for me If it's the only thing you save then I'll bet you'll never wave When
hold me tight Outside a new day is dawning Outside suburbia's crawling Everywhere, I don't want to go baby New York to East California There's a new wave
, I get to dancin' as I. Walk through my mansion cuz I, Own porperty from California to the Hamptons and I, Sip from my water fountain that spits soda. Look out the window and wave
This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was
breeds creation And earthquakes are to a girl?s guitar They are just another good vibration And tidal waves couldn?t save the world From Californication
the noise Pretentious dimensions exploring the boring to the core Adults with cordless personalities Running around in new wave bionic jogging suits (Spoken gimme some of that noise) California
me tight Outside a new day is dawning Outside Suburbia's sprawling everywhere I don't want to go baby New York to East California There's a new wave
If I could look across the country From California to New Jersey Then I would count the parks and lake resorts And number all the jets and airports All
make a lovely list Of your charms So I'll never feel alone in your arms I must be in California I must be in California I must be in California
