Well I left LA, went to Tennessee
|
Sometimes this town, get's the best of me
|
Well those folks down South, they open up their mouths
|
And it's ma'am and y'all, with a southern draw
|
Leaving Nashville's tough, but enough's enough
|
I got a jones, I gotta get back home
|
|
[Chorus:]
|
I wanna be there when the sun goes down
|
I'm blessed to be born in this angel's town
|
I can't wait to see those brown hills come in view
|
Rolling down Sonora Avenue
|
|
We got mountain tops, and the deep blue sea
|
Like the redwood trees, my roots run deep
|
Wherever I may roam, my heart longs for home
|
|
[Chorus:]
|
I wanna be there when the sun goes down
|
I'm blessed to be born in this angel's town
|
I can't wait to see those brown hills come in view
|
Rolling down Sonora Avenue
|
|
This gypsy life, takes me away
|
Sometimes it's hard, but I always find my way
|
|
[Chorus:]
|
I wanna be there when the sun goes down
|
I'm blessed to be born in this angel's town
|
I can't wait to see those brown hills come in view
|
Rolling down Sonora Avenue
|
|
Oh, I can't wait to see those brown hills come in view
|
Rolling down Sonora Avenue
|
|
I wanna be there when the suns goes down
|
I'm blessed to be born in this angel's town
|
|
-----------------
|
Rolling Down Sonora Avenue
|
| Beverley Mitchell |
