It ain't the weather that brings you down
The darkest shadows I've ever found
Somewhere down along these streets of gold
My dreams, like property, are bought and sold
Goddamn California
Oh, miss my Tennessee
Nobody here will ever warn ya
Just how cold it all could be
Along the canyons and the boulevards
The loneliness is never very far
See their faces as they turn away
The old ones disappear while the young ones stay
Goddamn California
Oh, miss my Tennessee
Nobody here will ever warn ya
Just how cold it all could be
Nobody ever wants to go
But nobody ever wants to leave
Nobody tells you who they are
Only who they want to be
Goddamn California
Oh, miss my Tennessee
Nobody here will ever warn ya
Just how cold it all could be
Just how cold it all could be
Oh, just how cold it all could be
- :
- Small Town Dreams
- Never Give In
- Number Seven
- The Wreckage
- Draw The Curtains
- Carousel
- Blackbird On A Lonely Wire
- Miscellaneous
- Solo & Live: December 2015
- Still a Southern Man
- Another Song Nobody Will Hear (feat. Wade Bowen)
- Only Love Can Break Your Heart
- Just up the Road
- Growing up Around Here
- Modern American Protest Music
- Live in the X Lounge IV
- The Man Who Killed Love
- During the Before and After
- The America EP
- The Rock Boat 2005