| Song | Goin' Cali |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | Tracks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen | |
| Well he'd been hearing too many voices and feelin'a little off-rack | |
| Like there was something big pressing down on his back | |
| So he called up his friends and they said come on out west | |
| It's a place where a man can really feel his succes | |
| So he pulled his heart and soul down off the shelf | |
| Packed them next to the faith that he'd lost in himself | |
| Said his good-byes and when the dirty work was done | |
| He turned his wheels into the fading sun | |
| For seven days and nights like a black-top bird he sped | |
| Maintained radio silence 'cept for in his head | |
| And just like his folks did back in '69 | |
| He crossed the border at Needles and heard the promised land on the line | |
| Now where the Transcontinental dumps into the sea | |
| There's a bar made up to look like 1963 | |
| Girl in the corner eyed him like a hungry dog a bone | |
| As he brushed the desert dust off that Mercedes chrome | |
| Bartender said 'Hey, how's it hangin', tiger?' | |
| He had a shot of tequila, smiled and whispered 'lighter' | |
| He went down to the desert city where the rattlesnakes play | |
| And left his dead skin by the roadside in the noon of day | |
| Sun got so hot it almost felt like friend | |
| It could burn out every trace of where you been | |
| There was a woman he'd met in a desert song | |
| A little while later a son come along | |
| Looked at that boy's smile and called it home | |
| And that night as he lay in bed the only voice he heard was his own |
| Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
| Well he' d been hearing too many voices and feelin' a little offrack | |
| Like there was something big pressing down on his back | |
| So he called up his friends and they said come on out west | |
| It' s a place where a man can really feel his succes | |
| So he pulled his heart and soul down off the shelf | |
| Packed them next to the faith that he' d lost in himself | |
| Said his goodbyes and when the dirty work was done | |
| He turned his wheels into the fading sun | |
| For seven days and nights like a blacktop bird he sped | |
| Maintained radio silence ' cept for in his head | |
| And just like his folks did back in ' 69 | |
| He crossed the border at Needles and heard the promised land on the line | |
| Now where the Transcontinental dumps into the sea | |
| There' s a bar made up to look like 1963 | |
| Girl in the corner eyed him like a hungry dog a bone | |
| As he brushed the desert dust off that Mercedes chrome | |
| Bartender said ' Hey, how' s it hangin', tiger?' | |
| He had a shot of tequila, smiled and whispered ' lighter' | |
| He went down to the desert city where the rattlesnakes play | |
| And left his dead skin by the roadside in the noon of day | |
| Sun got so hot it almost felt like friend | |
| It could burn out every trace of where you been | |
| There was a woman he' d met in a desert song | |
| A little while later a son come along | |
| Looked at that boy' s smile and called it home | |
| And that night as he lay in bed the only voice he heard was his own |
| Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
| Well he' d been hearing too many voices and feelin' a little offrack | |
| Like there was something big pressing down on his back | |
| So he called up his friends and they said come on out west | |
| It' s a place where a man can really feel his succes | |
| So he pulled his heart and soul down off the shelf | |
| Packed them next to the faith that he' d lost in himself | |
| Said his goodbyes and when the dirty work was done | |
| He turned his wheels into the fading sun | |
| For seven days and nights like a blacktop bird he sped | |
| Maintained radio silence ' cept for in his head | |
| And just like his folks did back in ' 69 | |
| He crossed the border at Needles and heard the promised land on the line | |
| Now where the Transcontinental dumps into the sea | |
| There' s a bar made up to look like 1963 | |
| Girl in the corner eyed him like a hungry dog a bone | |
| As he brushed the desert dust off that Mercedes chrome | |
| Bartender said ' Hey, how' s it hangin', tiger?' | |
| He had a shot of tequila, smiled and whispered ' lighter' | |
| He went down to the desert city where the rattlesnakes play | |
| And left his dead skin by the roadside in the noon of day | |
| Sun got so hot it almost felt like friend | |
| It could burn out every trace of where you been | |
| There was a woman he' d met in a desert song | |
| A little while later a son come along | |
| Looked at that boy' s smile and called it home | |
| And that night as he lay in bed the only voice he heard was his own |