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burned, don't say I didn't warn ya
'Cause she's so California

She's a black Mercedes on Laurel and Vine
She's a low cut dress
She's a Hollywood sign

lost
I’m on a California high

The Laurel Canyon Byrds chirp their songs
In Echo Park the ghost of Glenn sings on
“Take it easy and breathe it on in”
I’m

young
But free in Laurel canyon
California heaven
Under a hard sun
California heaven
Keeps you on the run
California heaven
California heaven

West coast, this one’s for you alright

Cause we're California cruising, when we
Do it, California cruising, alright
We're California cruising, look

Down Route 66 blazing our trail
To Laurel canyon and the Hollywood hills
Across America to another life
Chasing such great heights

In California

the sky
Reindeer landed in Laurel Canyon
With a bright one leading the way
There was a bright one leading the way

It's Christmas in California (ahh)

it could be the Christmas season 
why I want to get away 
and just lately for no reason 
I’ve been thinking of LA

there’s a place called Laurel

that I would find

A California Son, son, son
California Son, son, son
California Son, son, son
When the long day is done
I'd be a California Son
 
I got

Driving down the 101
Past the Laurel Canyon exit
Towards the PCH
Past a farm by the beach
Thinking it now isn't that funny
Thinking it now isn't that

ils n’ont même pas d’avis 
Il la regarde enfumé, ébloui 
She’s just a cowgirl 
A california girl 

Cette jolie fille vient de Laurel Canyon 
Tout le

It could be the Christmas season
Why I want to get away
And just lately for no reason 
I've been thinking of LA

There's a place called Laurel Canyon

Let the sea take us farther
Just to see where we land

And we can paint California
And pray the rain never shows up
We put our feet in the water

Verse One
Last time I saw you girl 
It was Hotel California
Tuesday Night at the Troubador
Making out
BY the backstage door
Cigarette in the alley

and back before the morning
Blowin' all the stop signs
Somethin' 'bout the nighttime
Driving through the hills in California
Why you mess me up with what you

the sand Let the sea take us farther Just to see where we land 

Hook: 
And we can paint California Pray the rain never shows up 
Put our feet in the water

Laurel Canyon Music what a scene
Mamas and Papas a California dream
I still hear L.A. Woman in my head
Brian Wilson already ahead

Let's go downtown

the town, paint the town
Oh you know, I know, I know
The Cumberland calls me home

Why would I move to California
With all that traffic on the ground
There's

A hella California day
Left my home in old L.A.
Been beatin' down streets of gold
And suddenly I feel so old
We talk of how it used to be
Drinkin' in

me feel nauseous
Drive through Laurel Canyon
Hope that I do not fall off
I do not rap
I only fuck with the bag
Run the game like it's hacks
Take your

It's twelve forty in New York a Thursday
A week before B leaves for California
And I'm walking past the bodega down on Havemeyer
I see my friend

the sand 
Let the sea take us farther 
Just to see where we land 

Hook
And we can Paint California 
Pray the rain never shows up 
Put our feet in the water

the sand 
Let the sea take us farther 
Just to see where we land 

Hook
And we can Paint California 
Pray the rain never shows up 
Put our feet in the water

the sand 
Let the sea take us farther 
Just to see where we land 

Hook
And we can Paint California 
Pray the rain never shows up 
Put our feet in the water

tambien anduve chambeando
Ahora estoy en California poco a poco progresando
Muchos me hecharon la mano y otros solo me dejaron
Yo aconsejo a mis paisanos