| I had a 49 Merc that I chopped myself
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| A chip on my shoulder and a story to tell
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| I was three years clean and I just woke up
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| So I sold all my shit and packed up the truck
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| Had a hand full of luck a fist full of dimes
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| A slouch in my stance so I made up my mind
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| I’m changin' my gears I’m changin' the time
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| Still chased by the devil that I’m leavin' behind
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| And so I’m
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| Drivin' to Kalifornia
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| I’m drivin' to Kalifornia
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| Got a full tank of gas and I lightened the load
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| Shined the white walls up then I hit the road
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| T-Roy shotgun I’m behind the wheel
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| All my boys got my back from the city of steel
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| And when I pull fifth gear man she’s like a weapon
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| Doin' 95 on a stairway to heaven
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| Got my ears on bright so we can avoid the lights
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| Mic check one two everything’s alright and so I’m
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| Drivin' to Kalifornia
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| I’m drivin' to Kalifornia
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| I want to know what it feels like
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| It feels like livin' free
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| Somewhere to roll where the sun shines
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| It shines right down on me
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| Drivin' to Kalifornia
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| Where the sun shines down and it’s always around, sing
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| Hot Rod Betties up and down the west coast
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| Drivin' to Kalifornia
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| Where the sun shines down and it’s always around, sing
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| Drivin' to Kalifornia
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| Where you feel it the most, big waves up and down the west coast |