Goddam California - Will Hoge

It ain’t the weather, that brings you down

The darkest shadows I’ve ever found

Somewhere down along these streets of gold

My dreams like property I bought and sold

Goddam California

I’ll miss my Tennessee

Nobody here will ever want you

Just how cold it all could be

Now the canyons and the boulevards

The loneliness has never been far

I see their faces as they turn away

The old ones disappear while the young ones stay

Goddam California

I’ll miss my Tennessee

Nobody here will ever want you

Just how cold it all could be

Nobody ever wants to go

Nobody ever wants to leave

Nobody tells you who they are

Only who they want to be

Goddam California

I’ll miss my Tennessee

Nobody here will ever want you

Just how cold it all could be

Just how cold it all could be

Just how cold it all could be