I Couldn't Live in Southern California - Tom T. Hall

I couldn’t live in southern California

I don’t know nothing I could do

I couldn’t live in southern California babe

Not unless I lived there with you

We went down to laguna in the wintertime

Shops were warm the brandy tasted good

You know you said you never could stand tourist

And you wouldn’t be a tourist if you could

Do you remember that we saw a rainbow

When it got over the mountains in the way

And even though they said it would be raining

We found ourself that chilly sunny day

The mountains are so high I feel that I could fly

Looking down into the valley below

The clear Kentucky streams they are always in my dreams

I think that is something you should know

I don’t think that I could drive the freeways

I get lost and you know how that feels

Someday I think I’d like to paint a seascale

If they ever get the ocean stands still

The old men with the beer talked to the seagulls

The young men in their prime were playin' ball

The coyotes on the prairie chased the rabbits

And we promised that we come back in the fall

But I couldn’t live in southern California

I don’t know nothing I could do

I couldn’t live in southern California babe

Not unless I lived there with you