LYRIC

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ITS THE 99 TO THE 5 TO THE 405 TO THE 101
ITS A DUSTY RIDE UP A MIGHTY STRETCH OF GRAPEVINE HIGHWAY
RUNNIN THROUGH MY BLOOD
ITS FRESNO TO MODESTO ON A HICKORY WIND WITH A RADIO PLAYIN MERLE AND BUCK
ITS SMOGGY AIR AND THE SEASONS THERE ARE EARTHQUAKES RIOTS WILDFIRES AND FLOODS.

AND I BEEN CALIFORNIA RAZIN CANE
IN RODEO TOWNS
HOLLYWOOD SIGN BAKERSFIELD SOUNDS
DWIGHT YOAKUM IF YA GOT EM GIRLS IN BELL BOTTOMS
WHAT I GREW UP CHASIN
BLAME IT ON MY CALIFORNIA RAZIN

IM A DESERT ROSE PALOMINO SON OF THE SAN JOAQUIN BEEN STONED A FEW IN MALIBU
TURNED ON TO THAT COLD WATER CANYON SCENE
IVE PLAYED IN BARS FOR TIPS IN JARS WHERE PEOPLE WALK ON STARS THAT SHINE FROM DIRTY SIDEWALK STREETS
I MIGHT HAVE CHANGED ALONG THE WAY BUT THOSE YESTERDAYS
MAN I WOULDN’T CHANGE A THING

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