| When the lights go down in the California town
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| People are in for the evening
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| I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar
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| My heartbeat in time with my breathing
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| Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul
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| There’s people out there turning music into gold
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| Ah, my buddy Jim Bass, he’s a-working pumping gas
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| And he makes two-fifty for an hour
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| He’s got rhythm in his hands as he’s tapping on the cans
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| Sings rock and roll in the shower
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| Driving over Kanan, singing to his soul
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| There’s people out there turning music into gold
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| Ah, California girls are the greatest in the world
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| Each one a song in the making
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| Singing right to me, I can hear the melody
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| Story is there for the taking
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| Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul
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| There’s people out there turning music into gold
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| (Ooh)
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| Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul
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| There’s people out there turning music into gold
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| When the lights go down in the California town
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| People are in for the evening
|
| I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar
|
| My heartbeat in time with my breathing
|
| Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul
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| There’s people out there turning music into gold
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| Flying over Kanan, singing to my soul
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| People out there turning music into gold
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| People out there turning music into gold
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| People out there turning music into gold
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| (Ooh, yeah)
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| People out there turning music into gold (into gold)
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| People out there turning music into gold (into gold)
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| People out there turning music into gold (into gold)
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| (Yes, babe)
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| People out there turning music into gold (into gold)
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| Rocking on the radio
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| People out there turning music into gold (into gold)
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| Slipping down the back road
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| People out there turning music into gold (into gold)
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| People out there turning music into gold (into gold) |