Stan Rogers - Califonia

^CNow it's getting so I'm mad when ^Amsomeone says your name ^G'Cause I've had to say good-bye to friends who c^Couldn't stay away And so^Fmetimes it felt so wrong to ne^Cver want to lean on you You m^Fay stand tall, but I^G've got two feet t^Coo

^CNow we talked of you in bars a^Amround a quiet beer ^GTell their tales of mine-gone stones where n^Co one else can hear And ^Flater on outside, they say they're g^Cetting on a plane To f^Fly away, lea^Gving you ag^Cain

^AmCalifornia, my friends all c^Call you home And if you t^Gake away another, I'll be t^Chat much more alone Is it ^Fmy fault that my kind are always dr^Cawn toward the sun Like a ch^Fild to home whene^Gver darkness co^Cmes

^CNow in a few more years, I won't remember w^Amhat it was to play ^GThe music of old friends who need to l^Cive so far away But c^Fan I once taste more than waters, t^Chen forsake them for the South To fe^Fel California's as^Ghes in my m^Couth

^AmCalifornia, my friends all c^Call you home And if you t^Gake away another, I'll be t^Chat much more alone Is it ^Fmy fault that my kind are always dr^Cawn toward the sun Like a ch^Fild to home whene^Gver darkness co^Cmes

^AmCalifornia, my friends all c^Call you home And if you t^Gake away another, I'll be t^Chat much more alone Is it ^Fmy fault that my kind are always dr^Cawn toward the sun Like a ch^Fild to home whene^Gver darkness co^Cmes Like a ch^Fild to home whene^Gver darkness co^Cmes