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When the lights go down in the California town |
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People are in for the evening |
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I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar |
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My heartbeat in time with my breathing |
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Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul |
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There's people out there turning music into gold |
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Ah, my buddy Jim Bass, he's a-working pumping gas |
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And he makes two-fifty for an hour |
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He's got rhythm in his hands as he's tapping on the cans |
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Sings rock and roll in the shower |
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Driving over Kanan, singing to his soul |
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There's people out there turning music into gold |
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Ah, California girls are the greatest in the world |
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Each one a song in the making |
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Singing right to me, I can hear the melody |
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Story is there for the taking |
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Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul |
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There's people out there turning music into gold |
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(Ooh) |
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Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul |
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There's people out there turning music into gold |
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When the lights go down in the California town |
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People are in for the evening |
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I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar |
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My heartbeat in time with my breathing |
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Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul |
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There's people out there turning music into gold |
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Flying over Kanan, singing to my soul |
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People out there turning music into gold |
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People out there turning music into gold |
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People out there turning music into gold |
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(Ooh, yeah) |
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People out there turning music into gold (into gold) |
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People out there turning music into gold (into gold) |
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People out there turning music into gold (into gold) |
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(Yes, babe) |
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People out there turning music into gold (into gold) |
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Rocking on the radio |
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People out there turning music into gold (into gold) |
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Slipping down the back road |
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People out there turning music into gold (into gold) |
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People out there turning music into gold (into gold) |
