Greg Steinfeld - Cali

I'm sick of this small town
Swallowing the souls of those before me
Where talent comes to die in all its glory
And fades away
Well there's a place beyond the pines
Over Rocky Mountain skies
And through Death Valley
The chariots await
So take me to California
Where the dreamers roam
Free as the buffalo
Cause I want to taste the
Morning mist of
Feel the golden bliss of
The pacific coast
So take me
West to Cali-Forn I A
Well it's too late now
To head back east to New York City
In the arms of everyone who loves me
But they can't help me
Cause I was meant to soar
Far from the comforts of home
Cause it's the journey that makes the man
So take me to California
Where the dreamers roam
Free as the buffalo
Cause I want to taste the
Morning mist of
Feel the golden bliss of
The pacific coast
So take me
West to Cali-Forn I A
Take me to California
Where the dreamers roam
Free as the buffalo
Cause I want to taste the
Morning mist of
Feel the golden bliss of
The pacific coast
So take me
West to Cali-Forn I A
So take me west to Cali-Forn I A
So take me west to Cali-Forn I A

Written by:
GREGORY STEINFELD

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