Gold

When the lights go down in the California townPeople are in for the eveningI jump into my car and I throw in my guitarMy heartbeat in time with my breathing

Driving over Kanan, singing to my soulThere's people out there turning music into gold

Ah, my buddy Jim Bass, he's a-working pumping gasAnd he makes two-fifty for an hourHe's got rhythm in his hands as he's tapping on the cansSings rock and roll in the shower

Driving over Kanan, singing to his soulThere's people out there turning music into gold

Ah, California girls are the greatest in the worldEach one a song in the makingSinging right to me, I can hear the melodyStory is there for the taking

Driving over Kanan, singing to my soulThere's people out there turning music into gold

(Ooh)

Driving over Kana, singing to my soulThere's people out there turning music into gold

When the lights go down in the California townPeople are in for the eveningI jump into my car and I throw in my guitarMy heartbeat in time with my breathing

Flying over Kanan, singing to my soulPeople out there turning music into goldPeople out there turning music into goldPeople out there turning music into gold

(Ooh, yeah)

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