Charlotte Parrott - California Lyrics

California won't you please answer my question
Won't you try your best to point me in the
Semi-kinda right direction

We'll take a road trip
With a coke and an eight-track player
We'll listen to The Boss and some Lady Sov with only one stop at thirty one flavors

Yeah, yeah

California do you catch my drift
From the east coast to the west coast is a necessary shift
Eat my bubbles and grab a shovel
We'll dig there, we'll dig there

I wanna move there cause you've got no dialect
Down here it's either hard core gangster or
Stupid drunken sunburnt red neck

California you promised you'd write me but
I haven't gotten nothing yet so
I wrote you back
Told you to bite me

I've been rocking these suburbs for way too long
Help me get to where I'll write these wrongs, right these wrongs

Eat my bubbles and grab a shovel
We'll dig there, we'll dig there

Charlotte's a nice place
But the irony is getting to me
So let's get away
Let's get away