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Going To California Led Zeppelin
[G]Spent my[Gbm] days with a [E]woman un[D]kind,
[G]Smoked my[Gbm] stuff and [E]drank [D]all my wine.
[G]Made up my[Gbm] mind to [E]make a new [D]start,
[G]Going to cal[Gbm]ifornia with an [E]aching [D]in my heart.
[G]Someone[Gbm] told me theres a [E]girl out [D]there
With [G]love in her[Gbm] eyes and flowers [D]in her hair.
[G]Took my [Bm]chances on a [D]big jet [Bm]plane,
[G]Never let them [Bm]tell you that theyre [G]all [D]the same.
[G]The sea was[Gbm] red and the [E]sky was [D]grey,
[G]Wondered how[Gbm] tomorrow could [E]ever [D]follow today.
The [G]mountains and the[Gbm] canyons started to [E]tremble and [D]shake
As the [G]children of the[Gbm] sun [E]began [D]to awake.
[Dm]Seems that the wrath of the gods
Got a punch on the nose and it started to flow;
I think I might be [A7]sinking.
[Dm]Throw me a line if I reach it in time
Ill meet you up there where the path
Runs straight and [A7]high.
[G]To find a[Gbm] queen with[E]out a [D]king;
They [G]say she plays[Gbm] guitar and [E]cries [D]as she sings.
[G]Ride a white[Gbm] mare in the [E]footsteps of [D]dawn
[G]Tryin to find a[Gbm] woman whos [E]never, never, [D]never been born.
[G]Standing on a [Bm]hill in my [D]mountain of dreams,
[G]Telling my[Bm]self its not as [G]hard, hard, [D]hard as it seems.