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| I'm just | trying to make a | living |
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| I'm an | old man at 3 | 9 |
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| Two kids and an | ex-wife |
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| Moved up to Riverside |
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| Working down on the | border |
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| Driving | back roads every | night |
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| Mountains east of | El Cajon |
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| North of the Tecate | Line |
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| Well the | California | summer sun will | burn right to your | soul |
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| In the winter you can | freeze to death |
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| In the | California | snow |
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| I catch the ones I'm | able to |
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| Watch the | others slip a | way |
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| I know some by their | faces |
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| And I | even know some by name |
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| Guess they think that | we're all movie | stars and millio | naires |
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| Guess that they | still believe that | dreams come true up | here |
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| But I | bet the weather's | warmer | down in Mexi | co |
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| And no one ever | tells them 'bout the | California | snow |
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| Last winter found a | man and wife |
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| Just about day | break |
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| Laying in a | frozen ditch |
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| South of the interstate |
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| I wrapped 'em both in | blankets |
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| But | she'd already | died |
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| Next day we sent him | back alone |
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| Across the border | line |
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| Don't know where they | came from |
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| Or | where they planned to | go |
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| But he carried her | all night long |
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| Through the | California | snow |
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| Sometimes when I'm | alone out here |
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| I get to | thinking about my | life |
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| Maybe I should go to | Riverside |
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| And try to | fix things with my wife |
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| Maybe just get in | my truck |
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| And drive as | far as I can | go |
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| Away from all the | ghosts that haunt |
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| The | California | snow |
| D | E | A | D | |
| Well the | California | summer sun can | burn right to your | soul |
| A | D | |
| In the winter you can | freeze to death |
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| In the | California | snow |
| A | D | |
| In the winter you can | freeze to death |
| E | A | D | |
| In the | California | snow |
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| .....end on |