Nate Gross Music: California Country Lyrics

CALIFORNIA COUNTRY

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Left his roots in Tennessee
For the
Land of white beaches and honey bees
Golden sunsets all around
Bikinis on the boardwalk, attract a crowd
Only one thing he couldn't see--
Is there any country in Californee?

V1
He was building cars in Tennessee
One day word spread through the factory
Soon he had his pink slip
Folks said Uncle Sam is on his knees--
He poured himself some gin and put up his tired feet.
V2
He was hanging around the house till three
One night got a call by golly gee
An old high school buddy
Asked him did he like nice tall palm trees
So he jumped on route forty, straight toward Newport Beach.
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V3
Got a job at a beach front joint
Folks talked strange but like good old boys
Could put away their beer
Bought a surf board, best thing that he tried
Might stay forever, but would that be living a lie?

Bridge
He Traded
Steel toed boots for flip flops
His pick up for a bike

Camouflage for board shorts
Fireflies for foggy nights

Sweet tea for orange juice
Lime pie for energy bars

Down home ways, and the simple life
To share the freeway with movie stars.
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