When the lights go down in the California town
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People are in for the evening
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I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar
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My heart beatin' time with my breathin'
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Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul
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There's people out there turnin' music into gold
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Well my buddy Jim Bass he's a-workin' pumpin gas
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And he makes two fifty for an hour
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He's got rythm in his hands as he's tappin' on the cans
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Sings rock and roll in the shower
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Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul
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There's people out there turnin' music into gold
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Ah, the California girls are the greatest in the world
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Each one's a song in the making
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Singin' rock to me I can hear the melody
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The story is there for the takin'
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Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul
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There's people out there turnin' music into gold
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Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul
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There's people out there turnin' music into gold
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When the lights go down in the California town
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People are in for the evening
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I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar
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My heart beatin' time with my breathin'
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Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul
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There's people out there turnin' music into gold
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Drivin' over Kanan, singin' to my soul
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There's people out there turnin' music into gold
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People out there turnin' music into gold
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People out there turnin' music into gold
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People out there turnin' music into gold, into gold
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People out there turnin' music into gold, into gold
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Gold
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| John Stewart |
