| He said «I grew up in Wichita
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| In a Mayberry kind of town»
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| He never liked overalls
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| Or haulin' hay 'til sundown
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| He said he dreamed about L.A.
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| As he plowed away the day on an old John Deere
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| I said «Boy let me warn you
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| In southern California there’s some fast trains here»
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| You’re not in Kansas anymore
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| Can’t be too careful that’s for sure
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| City lights will led you on
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| Morning comes and they’ll be gone
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| So write my number on your wall
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| You can call me anytime at all
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| I’m so happy now boy
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| You’re not in Kansas anymore
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| He said do you know where Carson lives
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| So we drove up to Malibu
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| Cruisin' down Sunset Strip
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| I let him steal a kiss or two
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| Under the Hollywood sign
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| I tried to hide a smile as I whispered low
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| I wanna be the first to tell you
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| Here we say Rodel, not rodeo
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| You’re not in Kansas anymore
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| Can’t be too careful that’s for sure
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| City lights will led you on
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| Morning comes and they’ll be gone
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| So write my number on your wall
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| And call me anytime at all
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| I’m so happy now boy
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| You’re not in Kansas anymore
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| I’m so happy now boy
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| You’re not in Kansas anymore |