Lyrics

I got on board of a westbound 747 Didn't think before deciding what to do All that talk about those TV breaks and movies Rang true, sure rang true Seems it never rains in Southern California Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before It never rains in California but, girl, don't they warn ya It pours, man, it pours Out of work, I'm out of my head Out of self respect, I'm out of bread I'm underloved and I'm underfed I wanna go home It never rains in California but, girl, don't they warn ya It pours, man, it pours Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it? I had offers, didn't know which one to take Please, don't tell them how you found me Oh, don't tell them how you found me Gimme a break, oh gimme a break Seems it never rains in Southern California Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before It never rains in California but, girl, don't they warn ya It pours, man, it pours It never rains in California but, girl, don't they warn ya It pours, man, it pours It pours, man, it pours
Writer(s): Albert Hammond, Mike Hazlewood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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