Lyrics:
Wanted man in California,
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City,
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol'
up one day, Lord to find that I was by myself
With dreams of Georgia cotton and California wine
Sunday mornin' found me standin' 'neath
Wanted man in California,
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City,
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol'
Wanted man in California,
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City,
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol'
Photographs of the best time you had,
Windows smudged by the speed.
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street,
As morning turned into
California kush strong as a titans what I'm lightin' on
We get high as fuck then we just do it, put your Nikes on
Tattoos on her waist, she like the tattoos
It neva' rains in Southern California
It neva' rains in Southern California, it neva' rains
It neva' rains in Southern California
It neva' rains in
brown.
I prefer boysenberry
More than any ordinary jam.
I'm a "Citizens for Boysenberry Jam" fan.
Ah, South California.
If I become a first
(Heads Carolina, tails California)
I was out with the boys, catchin' up in a neon light
Didn't know 'til we walked in it was karaoke night
She
around us
From California to Maine
Then we think how we mistreat it
Oh, we oughta be ashamed
Watch the people pass the beggar
On the street as he
warm and red
And we bled
And the writing in the stall said
"we write our maps in the stalls"
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off
that Waycross
Country boy with dreams of Georgia cotton and a California wife
Sunday morning found him standing 'neath the red light of her door
California
Brought to you by the citizens of transplanted Californians
so far behind
From California to Jane Street
Kids alright, alright as they'll ever be
'Cause you will always be my
Well, you will always by my
You
Little Mona Lisa laying by my side
"Crimson and Clover" pullin' overtime
I feel too close to be losin' touch
By givin' in, what am I givin' up
Am
that Waycross country boy
With dreams of Georgia cotton and California wine
Sunday morning found him beneath the red light at her door
A right cross
by rail,
Any place they pay us scale
Now, repeat the chorus, here we go
Comin' from the mountains, across the Northern plains
It's off to California
by the phone, your hearts on fire
Andrea
You're finger on the dial, love through the wire
California road
California road
California road
California
you've dated, man
But you ain't lived 'til you've had your tires rotated
By a red headed woman
A red headed woman
It takes a red headed woman
To get
been here, the beats been knockin'
Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'
I got California Love, fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit
And Westside
coast
And I guess you could say it
Took california to bring us close
There was a lot of hard livin' and some
Stone cold women on the east coast
And I saw
been here, the beats been knockin'
Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin'
I got California Love, fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit
And Westside
California ain't a state it's a army!
One fuckin' nigga in the projects killin'
The same motherfucker that would burn down the village
Where
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
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