| Going to California, going to L. A
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| The sunshine burns my eyes, but I stare at it anyway
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| I can only hope to get the hang of it someday
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| I got the San Andreas fault line blues
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| Might’ve once been Eden 'til the angels made their rift
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| And paradise was swallowed in the great tectonic shift
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| But what would mankind know to do with such a gift
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| He got the San Andreas fault line blues
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| I cut up the coastline, I was trying to get free
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| From the missions to the orchards, from the desert to the sea
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| I could hear the voice of Tom Joad whispering to me
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| He got the San Andreas fault line blues
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| When the streets of Bakersfield have all but gone to rust
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| And the cowgirls of Bandit Town will be kicking up the dust
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| And the motorcycle preachers will pray for all of us
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| They got the San Andreas fault line blues
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| One hundred Philip Kaufmans with Sin City patches on their vests
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| And a hundred grievous angels whom in Nudie suits were dressed
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| Drove a hundred red Camaros into a fiery sunset
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| They got the San Andreas fault line blues
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| They got the San Andreas fault line blues |