| I’m more mountains and rivers
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| Than oceans and waves
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| I’m more moonshine and whiskey, than vineyards and grapes
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| I’m more back roads and dives than Hollywood signs
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| I’m more sit by the juke box than lines out the door
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| No, I’m not from California
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| I’m from somewhere you ain’t anymore
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| I’m more stars in the sky
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| Than stars on the sidewalk
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| I’m more old wooden pew than bench on the boardwalk
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| I’m more kiss you and mean it, than love you and leave it
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| I’m more roots in the ground than footprints on the shore
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| No, I’m not from California
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| I’m from somewhere you ain’t anymore
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| You’re out there dreamin'
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| While I’m back here drinkin' over us
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| No, I’m not from California
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| But tonight I wish I was
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| I’m more act tough and fake it
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| Than find a flight and take it
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| But I’m too late to say I’m sorry for all I’m sorry for
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| I’m not from California, but you can’t say I didn’t warn you
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| That I’m the guy who’s gonna die right where he was born
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| No, I’m not from California
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| I’m from somewhere you ain’t anymore |