She's driving three thousand miles with the wind in her hair
Doesn't know where she's going
Not a care in the world
Like to you know you wish you could
She's got a real chill Hollywood Hills sorta' feel to her
Saved up money to buy those wheels; Do-er
People back home vicariously livin' through her
Ex-boyfriends acting like they still knew her
She's a California babe
She's a California lady
She's got her bags packed & never once looked back
As she cruised across the other side of the tracks
The sun sticking to her skin like bubble gum
She put 5 dollars in a jar every week
Kept her tongue in her cheek
Waited until she had enough dough to leave
She slipped away with the keys while her dad was asleep
And left a note that said if you need me I'll be in Cali
She's got a real built Ford tough truck attitude to her
Cut Jeans, she's the epitome of American girls
If you thought she caught you staring, you were
If you want her don't bother this daughter will never be yours
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She's driving three thousand miles with the wind in her hair
Doesn't know where she's going
Not a care in the world
Like to you know you wish you could
She's got a real chill Hollywood Hills sorta' feel to her
Saved up money to buy those wheels; Do-er
People back home vicariously livin' through her
Ex-boyfriends acting like they still knew her
She's a California babe
She's a California lady
She's got her bags packed & never once looked back
As she cruised across the other side of the tracks
The sun sticking to her skin like bubble gum
She put 5 dollars in a jar every week
Kept her tongue in her cheek
Waited until she had enough dough to leave
She slipped away with the keys while her dad was asleep
And left a note that said if you need me I'll be in Cali
She's got a real built Ford tough truck attitude to her
Cut Jeans, she's the epitome of American girls
If you thought she caught you staring, you were
If you want her don't bother this daughter will never be yours
Doesn't know where she's going
Not a care in the world
Like to you know you wish you could
She's got a real chill Hollywood Hills sorta' feel to her
Saved up money to buy those wheels; Do-er
People back home vicariously livin' through her
Ex-boyfriends acting like they still knew her
She's a California babe
She's a California lady
She's got her bags packed & never once looked back
As she cruised across the other side of the tracks
The sun sticking to her skin like bubble gum
She put 5 dollars in a jar every week
Kept her tongue in her cheek
Waited until she had enough dough to leave
She slipped away with the keys while her dad was asleep
And left a note that said if you need me I'll be in Cali
She's got a real built Ford tough truck attitude to her
Cut Jeans, she's the epitome of American girls
If you thought she caught you staring, you were
If you want her don't bother this daughter will never be yours
Writer: Bo Weber
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Copyright: Lyrics © ST Music LLC