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Well it ain't about your blue skies,
it ain't your ocean breeze.
No stars along your boulevard, or the ones walking down your street.
No there's another reason I can't get you off my mind,
California I miss you bad right now and I know you know why.
Yeah she's glowing in your sunset.
Blonde hair in the wind, blue eyes behind those cheap sunglasses, watching the tide roll in.
And I still got her old perfume on a faded Dodger shirt.
Oh but lucky California, you got her.
My job brought me out to L.A. Didn't have but a couple of weeks. I can still hear her hesitation, when she asked me not to leave.
We were different kinds of dreamers, and I just go where this guitar leads. Oh but I don't go a day without her, cause every night in my dreams.
She's Sunday window shopping. On Melrose Avenue. Cruisin' with the top down, singing a Petty tune. And I still got her old perfume on a faded Dodger shirt. Oh but lucky California, you got her.
You got her.
Yeah she's glowing in your sunset, blonde hair in the wind. Blue eyes behind those cheap sunglasses, watching the tide roll in. And I still got her old perfume on a faded Dodger shirt. Oh but lucky California, you got her.
Yeah, you got her.