Ain't No California    (1978)

Well I live my life on highways, from sea to shining sea
So listen to my story, save yourself some agony
Forget that urge to wander, like a shadow on the ground
Find yourself a woman, get a job and settle down

Cause there ain't no California, where the water tastes like wine
Ain't no Big Rock Candy Mountain, where you feel good all the time
I ain't found that old blue bayou, thou I roamed my whole life long
Searching for my blue heaven, heard somewhere it's called home

So don't you listen to those freight trains, let them scream into the night
Don't watch those greyhound buses, semi-trucks and airplane lines
Let someone else be lonely, let someone else be cold
Let someone else make sure those lies and stories all get told

Cause there ain't no California, where the water tastes like wine
Ain't no Big Rock Candy Mountain, where you feel good all the time
I ain't found that old blue bayou, thou I roamed my whole life long
Searching for my blue heaven, heard somewhere it's called home

Cause there ain't no California, where the water tastes like wine
Ain't no Big Rock Candy Mountain, where you feel good all the time
I ain't found that old blue bayou, thou I roamed my whole life long
Searching for my blue heaven, heard somewhere it's called home

Lyrics by Sterling Whipple.
Recorded by Mel Tillis.


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