| Headed out to California
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| Gone west to see the sun
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| There’s a fortune here if you got time, but I’ve found mine
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| Buried in the golden hair she spun
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| Sailin' off to search the islands
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| Gone west for somethin' new
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| Found paniolo and wave riders, but chose neither
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| Picked the sweetest sugar cane they grew
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| I’ve gone west, rollin' down the highway like a tumbleweed
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| I’ve gone west, where the canyons fall into the deep blue sea
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| Took a left from the hills of Tennessee, yeah
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| I’ve gone west to bring the best back with me
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| I’ve gone west to bring the best back with me
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| I chased the light to Amarillo
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| Where the wild horses run
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| Caught a painted-angel moonrise, kinda spitfire
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| Like a bullet from a smokin' gun
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| Goin' back to mama’s homeland
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| Playin' in the field of dreams
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| I was lookin' where the corn grows and the skies glow
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| And I found your beauty in between
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| I’ve gone west, rollin' down the highway like a tumbleweed
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| I’ve gone west, where the canyons fall into the deep blue sea
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| Took a left from the hills of Tennessee, yeah
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| I’ve gone west to bring the best back with me
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| I’ve gone west to bring the best back with me
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| And I follow the fadin' light
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| 'Til the stars are my map at night
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| And if you come to get me and my house is empty
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| It’s safe to guess I’ve gone west
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| I’ve gone west, rollin' down the highway like a tumbleweed
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| I’ve gone west, where the canyons fall into the deep blue sea
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| Took a left from the hills of Tennessee, yeah
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| I’ve gone west to bring the best back with me
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| I’ve gone west to bring the best back with me |