Well I pulled off the Gravel, with my California dreams
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Leaving everything I ever loved behind.
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Well I left Alabama, but it never once left me.
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And it's still the only refuge in my mind.
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Where you gonna be when half of California riots,
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Where you gonna run to when the lights go out.
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Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it.
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Buddy I'll be up and headed south.
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All the women here look perfect, and it hardly ever rains,
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And for some folks here I'm sure it's paradise. Well I'll dabble
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With the fortune, rub elbows with the fame.
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But I'll be damned if this is where I'm gonna die.
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Hey where you gonna be when half of California riots,
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where you gonna run to when the lights go out.
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Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it.
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Buddy I'll be up and headed south.
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I never thought
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I'd get to see the inside of a limousine or a beauty shop on south Rodeo Drive.
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Or being sucked into a world where things are seldom what they seem,
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makes you wonder how you'll make it out alive.
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Yeah where you gonna be when half of California riots, where you gonna run to when the lights go out.
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Well I won't be hangin' out in California, I won't try it.
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Buddy I'll be up and headed south.
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Oh buddy I'll be up and headed south.
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California Riots
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| Jamey Johnson |
