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Going to California - Pressing Strings
Spent my days with a woman unkind
Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine
Made up my mind to make a new start
Going to California with an aching in my heart
Someone told me there's a girl out there
With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair
Took my chances on a big jet plane
Never let 'em tell you that they all the same
The sea was red and the sky was grey
Wondered how tomorrow could ever follow today
The mountains and the canyons
Start to tremble and shake
As the children of the sun began to awake
Seems that the wrath of the Gods
Punch on the nose it started to flow
I might be sinking
Throw me a line if I reach it in time
I'll meet you up there
Where the path runs straight and high
To find a queen without a king
They say she plays guitar and cries and sings
Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn
Tryin' to find a woman
Who's never never never been born
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams
Telling myself it's not as hard as it seems
