| A cold December day
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| I saw her on the highway
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| I said I’m headed west
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| She said your going my way
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| Then she got in with me
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| Somewhere in Tennessee
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| She snuggled up close to me
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| She kissed me and then she said
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| I want you to take me to my California wine
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| She said I got to get back where the bright sunshine
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| And then she turned my head around like California wine
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| And then she smiled at me and put her hand in mine
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| And poured me a cup of wine, sweet California wine
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| She said she thumbed all day
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| Been in West Virginia
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| She said I’ll make a trade
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| For all the love that’s in ya
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| I can sit and talk to you
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| Share a cup of wine or two
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| And I could be good to you
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| She kissed me and then she said
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| I want you to take me to my California wine
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| She said I got to get back where the bright sunshine
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| And then she turned my head around like California wine
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| Then she smiled at me and put her hand in mine
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| And poured another cup of wine, sweet California wine
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| We chased a fading sun
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| And watched the shadows falling
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| And as we sipped the wine
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| I heard California calling
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| And she was good my dear
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| And it became very clear
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| I shifted into second gear
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| I kissed her and then I said
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| I’m gonna take you to the California wine
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| I said we got to get back where the bright sunshine
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| And then she turned my head around like California wine
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| And then she smiled at me and put her hand in mine
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| And poured another cup of wine, sweet California wine |