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Got on board a westbound 747.
Didn't think before
Decidin' what to do.
All that talk
Of opportunities,
TV breaks and movies,
Rang true.
Sure rang true.
((Seems it never rains))
((In southern California.))
((Seems I've often heard))
((That kin' of talk before.))
((It never rains in California, ))
((But, girl, don't they warn ya, ))
((It pours, man it pours.))
Out of work, I'm out of my head,
Out of self-respect, I'm out of bread.
I'm under loved, I'm underfed,
I wanna go hohh-oh-ome.
((It never rains in California, ))
((But, girl, don't they warn ya, ))
((It pours, man it pours.))
Will you tell the folks back home,
I nearly made it?
Had offers but don't know
Which one to take.
Please don't tell them
How you found me.
Don't tell them how you found me.
Gimme a break, give me a break.
((Seems it never rains))
((In southern California.))
((Seems I've often heard))
((That kin' of talk before.))
((It never rains in California, ))
((But, girl, don't they warn ya, ))
((It pours, man it pours.))
It never rains in ))
Southern California.))
Seems I've often heard))
That kin' of talk before...))