歌词
[Verse 1]
Who runs so hard through the valley?
Rhymes to make your heart ache?
Brings the bees to the honey?
California King, well, that's me
[Verse 2]
I've been praying, Sweet Maria
These words of little faith
But in these days of suffering
It's good to have a plan ready
[Chorus]
Good morning, blood, I'm talking to you
There's no way around it
The rock in my pocket might make me drown
We won't talk about it
[Verse 3]
I couldn't make you love me
I was gone a little too long
Black train highballing
That old American love song
[Verse 4]
Some prophets sing about bad things
To all their Sunday sinners
They set their nets out on the shore
Try to catch the lonely surfers
[Chorus]
Good morning, blood, I'm talking to you
There's no way around it
The rock in my pocket might make me drown
And we won't talk about it
[Verse 5]
Who runs so hard through the valley?
Rhymes to make your heart ache?
Brings the bees to the honey?
California King, well, that's me
Written by: M.C. Taylor
