California
Oh California
hold me like a baby
If only I could leave
this familiar place of mine
You're hardly talking
corpse that's walking
The shotgun be it slipped
from this room into the sea
My daddy said your only option
might be the best
option given from a town
that you swore that you left
I heard you whistle
God knows I'm coming
God knows I'm blown like the fourth of July
But you're gonna try like I do
And we're gonna try til the money's gone
And your whole world ain't bad
on the plane ride home
But you're gonna try like I do
I know you're lying
Oh when you told me
Oh that you're still
old enough to be with me
You're hardly talking
corpse that's walking
The shotgun be it slipped
from this room into the sea
My daddy said your only option
might be the best
option given from a town
that you swore that you left
I heard you whistle
God knows I'm coming
God knows I'm blown like the fourth of July
But you're gonna try like I do
And we're gonna try til the money's gone
And your whole world ain't bad
on the plane ride home
But you're gonna try like I do
Oh you're gonna try like I do
And we're gonna try til the money's gone
And your whole world ain't bad
on the plane ride home
But you're gonna try like I do.
hold me like a baby
If only I could leave
this familiar place of mine
You're hardly talking
corpse that's walking
The shotgun be it slipped
from this room into the sea
My daddy said your only option
might be the best
option given from a town
that you swore that you left
I heard you whistle
God knows I'm coming
God knows I'm blown like the fourth of July
But you're gonna try like I do
And we're gonna try til the money's gone
And your whole world ain't bad
on the plane ride home
But you're gonna try like I do
I know you're lying
Oh when you told me
Oh that you're still
old enough to be with me
You're hardly talking
corpse that's walking
The shotgun be it slipped
from this room into the sea
My daddy said your only option
might be the best
option given from a town
that you swore that you left
I heard you whistle
God knows I'm coming
God knows I'm blown like the fourth of July
But you're gonna try like I do
And we're gonna try til the money's gone
And your whole world ain't bad
on the plane ride home
But you're gonna try like I do
Oh you're gonna try like I do
And we're gonna try til the money's gone
And your whole world ain't bad
on the plane ride home
But you're gonna try like I do.
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Sherman
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