| It’s a cold and rainy Friday night
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| City life’s got me all uptight
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| My mind keeps wanderin' far away
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| Vibrations tell me it’s time to leave L.A.
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| I’m going back to Big Sur
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| Wish I could leave today
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| I wanna walk beneath those redwood trees
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| Just south of Monterey
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| A little cabin quiet and alone
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| No television and no telephone
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| Water trickling down the slow stream
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| Makes you wonder is it all just a dream
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| I’m going back to Big Sur
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| This time I might just stay
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| I’m going back and straighten out my head
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| Just south of Monterey
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| Groovy people all around
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| Never try to put you down
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| Makes you feel like someone new
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| They don’t care who you are or what you do
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| Guess I’ll drive up Highway One
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| Dig the ocean, kiss the setting sun
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| While stars dancing in the sky
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| Sort of put you on a natural high
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| I’m going back to Big Sur
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| This time I might just stay
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| I’m going back and straighten out my head
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| Just south of Monterey
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| And that girl |