I'd heard The Burritos out in California. Could fly higher than The Byrds. Roger McQuinn had a 12 string guitar. It was like nothing I'd ever heard And The Eagles flew in from the west coast
California promises. By steve goodman. 1983. Beneath the moonlit sky. Shadows walk beside the water. Sad goodbye whispered on the shore. Hear those wind chimes play. They serenade the shadow
Turn up that radio, hear the rock and roll. Malibu shines like summer gold. Wild beaches in the salty wind. California summers never end California, you're so nice. California, you're paradise
Little darling, don't you cry. Even California's cold sometimes. We can make it, we gotta try. Baby, I believe in California rain. . Yeah, let me take you back. Before the lights, before the
Little darling, don't you cry. Even California's cold sometimes. We can make it, we gotta try. Baby, I believe in California rain Yeah, let me take you back. Before the lights, before the crowd
Goin' back to California. So many good things around. Don't wanna leave California. The sun seems to never go down Some people may treat you ugly. Some treat you beautiful too. That's the way
