Lyrics

Got on board a westbound 747 Didn't think before deciding what to do All that talk of opportunities T.V. breaks and movies Rang true, sure rang true. Seems it never rains in Southern California Seem I've often heard that kind 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 outa'my head Out of self-respect, I'm outa'bread I'm under loved, I'm under fed I wanna go home 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 Give me a break, give me a break It never rains in California But girl don't they warn ya it pours, man it pours
Writer(s): Albert Hammond, Mike Hazlewood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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