Stan Rogers - Califonia

^CNow it's getting so I'm mad when someone s^Gays your name ^Dm'Cause I've had to say good-bye to friends who co^Amuldn't stay away ^FAnd sometimes it felt so wrong to never w^Cant to lean on ^Amyou ^DmYou may stand tall, but I^G've got two feet t^Coo

^CNow they talk of you in bars around a qu^Giet beer ^DmTell their tales of mind-gone stones where ^Amno one else can hear ^FAnd later on outside, they say they'^Cre getting on^Am a plane ^DmTo fly away, ^Gleaving you a^Cgain

^AmCalifornia, my friends all c^Gall you home And if you t^Dmake away another, I'll be t^Amhat much more alone Is it ^Fmy fault that my kind are always dr^Cawn toward the ^Amsun Like a ch^Dmild to home whenev^Ger darkness com^Ces

^CNow in a few more years, I won't remember w^Ghat it was to play ^DmThe music of old friends who need to l^Amive so far away But c^Fan I once taste Northern waters, th^Cen forsake them for the S^Amouth To fe^Dmel California's ash^Ges in my mo^Cuth

^AmCalifornia, my friends all c^Gall you home And if you t^Dmake away another, I'll be t^Amhat much more alone Is it ^Fmy fault that my kind are always dr^Cawn toward the ^Amsun Like a ch^Dmild to home whenev^Ger darkness com^Ces

^AmCalifornia, my friends all c^Gall you home And if you t^Dmake away another, I'll be t^Amhat much more alone Is it ^Fmy fault that my kind are always dr^Cawn toward the ^Amsun Like a ch^Dmild to home whenev^Ger darkness com^Ces Like a ch^Dmild to home whenev^Ger darkness com^Ces