Wilson Phillips Lyrics

Album: California

California Lyrics

Sitting in a park in Paris, France

 Reading the news and it sure looks bad

 They won't give peace a chance

 That was just a dream some of us had

 Still a lot are left to see

 But I wouldn't want to stay here

 It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here

 Oh, but california

 California I'm coming home

 I'm going to see the folks I dig

 I'll even kiss a sunset pig

 California I'm coming home

 

 I met a redneck on a Grecian isle

 Who did the goat dance very well

 He gave me back my smile

 But he kept my camera to sell

 Oh the rogue, the red red rogue

 He cooked good omelettes and stews

 And I might have stayed on with him there

 But my heart cried out for you, California

 California I'm coming home

 Oh make me feel good rock'n roll band

 I'm your biggest fan

 California, I'm coming home

 

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 Oh it gets so lonely

 When you're walking

 And the streets are full of strangers

 All the news of home you read

 Just gives you the blues

 Just gives you the blues

 

 So I bought me a ticket

 I caught a plane to Spain

 Went to a party down a red dirt road

 There were lots of pretty people there

 Reading rolling stone, reading vogue

 They said, how long can you hang around? 

 I said a week, maybe two,

 Just until my skin turns brown

 Then I'm going home to California

 California I'm coming home

 Will you take me as I am

 Strung out on another man

 California I'm coming home

 I'm coming home

 I'm coming home

 I'm coming home

 Yeah

 Take me as I am

 Will you

 Will you