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San Diego's Somewhere south of Fresno
I think the golden gate's in San Francisco
It looks like Tahoe's cold
But I wouldn't know, I've never been
But I've seen a postcard now and then

3-1-0
The area code she'd be calling from
But I never get her ring down here in Austin
I wonder if she's ok
God, I'd love to hear her say she's coming home
It doesn't seem that long ago
I could see her blue eyes from the front porch
She was waving good bye and slammed the car door
Like the texas wind
Put the pedal to the floor and kicked up dust
And every angry word that I couldn't take back
Every kiss and touch they were gone like that
If I had a chance I would have stole her map and tore it up
And now I wouldn't know so much about California

But when she finds a little cafe in Mendocino
Or the sunset Santa Barbara she won't let me know
It haunts me here instead
Round and round my head it'd sure be nice
To change the channel in my mind

I could see her blue eyes from the front porch
She was waving good bye and slammed the car door
Like the Texas wind
Put the pedal to the floor and kicked up dust
And every angry word that I couldn't take back
Every kiss and touch they were gone like that
If I had a chance I would have stole her map and tore it up
And now I wouldn't know so much about California

I could see her blue eyes from the front porch
She was waving good bye and slammed the car door
Like the Texas wind
Put the pedal to the floor and kicked up dust
And every angry word that I couldn't take back
Every kiss and touch they were gone like that
If I had a chance I would have stole her map and tore it up
And now I wouldn't know so much
No I wouldn't know so much
About California

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