Текст песни California - David Poe

I′ve never been to California
But I know soon I will go there
Beneath those blue, blue skies
Below her blackened eyes

This is all that's left of San Francisco
She met some people at the fair
When they saw her blue jean eyes
Well, she rode some horse′s ride

California
She was dying to go there
California
Didn't care

So I talk about you all the time now
The way she drove, was bound to crash
And she tried to do the right thing
She let her girlfriend sing

California
She put lemon in her hair
In her wide open dress
She didn't care

So I find the way to
California
It was your last great shot
When you′re on your way to kingdom come
California was as close as you got