Lyrics:

8 Takte
Got on board a westbound
seven fourty seven.
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.
Seems 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 out a' my head,
out of selfrespect,
I'm out a' 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.
8
Takte
Got on board a westbound
seven fourty seven.
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.
Seems 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.