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California Gold

de Nate Smith

Passin' 'round a fifth where the cops couldn't find us
Sneakin' primetimes just to catch a midnight bus
Burnin' that gas till the last truck was runnin' on fumes
Cotton on a limb by the Honey Run River
Jordan's on the bank while you're jumpin' in with her
Talkin' them six-strings, it ain't getting me out there soon

All them days were like waves
Yeah, they rode, didn't know just how fast they would go
All the nights, paradise
We were young, we were dumb, burnin' high like the Sun
And you can't put a price on the good times that never get old
California gold
California gold

Can't beat the view of the girls or the weather
Ain't it a shame you can't stay un-forever
Those three little words almost turned this Honda around
Wonder what she's doin' now

All them days were like waves
Yeah, they rode, didn't know just how fast they would go
All the nights, paradise
We were young, we were dumb, burnin' high like the Sun
And you can't put a price on the good times that never get old
California gold
California gold

Always right there, in the back of my mind
Them take-you-back-home roads get to rewind
And me, right back to that old silver line

All them days were like waves
Yeah, they rode, didn't know just how fast they would go
All the nights, paradise
We were young, we were dumb, burnin' high like the Sun
And you can't put a price on the good times that never get old
California gold
California gold
California gold
Woah, yeah
California gold

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