| I couldn’t live in southern California
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| I don’t know nothing I could do
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| I couldn’t live in southern California babe
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| Not unless I lived there with you
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| We went down to laguna in the wintertime
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| Shops were warm the brandy tasted good
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| You know you said you never could stand tourist
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| And you wouldn’t be a tourist if you could
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| Do you remember that we saw a rainbow
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| When it got over the mountains in the way
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| And even though they said it would be raining
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| We found ourself that chilly sunny day
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| The mountains are so high I feel that I could fly
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| Looking down into the valley below
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| The clear Kentucky streams they are always in my dreams
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| I think that is something you should know
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| I don’t think that I could drive the freeways
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| I get lost and you know how that feels
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| Someday I think I’d like to paint a seascale
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| If they ever get the ocean stands still
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| The old men with the beer talked to the seagulls
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| The young men in their prime were playin' ball
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| The coyotes on the prairie chased the rabbits
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| And we promised that we come back in the fall
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| But I couldn’t live in southern California
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| I don’t know nothing I could do
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| I couldn’t live in southern California babe
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| Not unless I lived there with you |