Wednesday, January 26, 1972

Oh, California!

I’ve been North and East and South.
Which one is the best?
I found people are the same all over,
But the sunshine’s in the West.

I warn ya',
I’m coming back to California.
Lend me a shack and I’ll perform you
All kinds of happy songs to ease your pain.
Think of all we will gain.
We’ll be sunny until it starts to rain.

Let me inform ya':
I’m coming home to California.
Concrete and chromium adorn ya',
Land of MacDonald’s and the Ice Capades.
Think of all the blonde braids.
We’ll be happy behind the rose-colored shades.

     They say it’s the wave of the future,
     But the future’s looking grim.
     ‘Cause when the oil meets the redwoods,
     And the sun grows dim.

Then I can warn ya',
We’re all gonna live in California,
Wherever you live is California,
Where the road of tomorrow is a dead-end doubt.
If we won’t change the route,
Let’s be happy, until the sun goes out.

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