Fred Gillen Jr.

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Salutations California Style

Hell houndís on my trail again, I can almost feel its breath
If I donít get away from here this town could be my death
So Iím packing up my bowling ball, my dog and my guitar
Iím gonna put some mileage on this car

Maybe Iíll go to California, Ďcause there I hear the rain hardly falls
The women grow up strong and greet you with a smile
Its salutations California style

Iím picking up some Junior Mints and a couple packs of gum
Iím looking forward to hearing you say ďhey man, weíre mighty glad youíve come
And as for this old, run-down place and these people who claim to be friends
I hope I never pass this way again

Maybe Iíll go to California, Ďcause there I hear the rain hardly falls
The women grow up strong and greet you with a smile
Its salutations California style

I long to see the dessert, I want to ride the waves
Iím gonna walk those golden canyons from that picture that you gave me
Scrapbooks full of memories, throw them on the fire
Iím gonna wear some rubber off these tires

Maybe Iíll go to California, Ďcause there I hear the rain hardly falls
The women grow up strong and greet you with a smile
Its salutations California style

Posted Wednesday, October 13th 2004

 


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