| I’m leavin' Santa Rosa for them Tucson nights
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| Think I’ll get up to Carson City, see them bright blinkin' lights
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| Adios, old Nevada. |
| Far West to the Golden State
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| I got my suits together and I’m almost to LA
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| If the way I’m livin', seem like just a mess
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| Believe me I would choose this life over the rest
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| I left that angel city for the Frisco Bay
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| At time it was hard on me, I had to get away
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| Walkin' with my guitar down Divisidero Street
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| The people give me money for the way I sing and play
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| If the way I’m livin', seem like just a mess
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| Believe me I would choose this life over the rest
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| If the way I’m livin', seem like just a mess
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| Believe me I would choose this life over the rest
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| You know I really like it in this 49er town
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| But I’ve got to step on over to that redwood highway now
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| Mendocino County bring me lots of joy
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| It’s opened up the eyes of this wanderin' Texas boy
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| If the way I’m livin', seem like just a mess
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| Believe me I would choose this life over the rest
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| Oh, believe me I would choose this life over the rest |