Sonny took a train
Mary took a boat
Somewhere it’s gonna be better
Everybody needs a little hope
Ten thousand souls
Waiting on a bus and it never rolled
So it goes...
No one’s leaving california
Pacific transit overload
Gold dust dreamers never warn ya
And my guitar strums
I am the american
I got a walking stick
And an old sock hat
I’ve got dirty hands
And I’ve got a dream to match
I’ve got a pocket full
Of government issue cures for poverty
No one’s leaving california
Pacific transit overload
All my friends live on the corner
And my guitar strums
I am the american
Under the streetlight, down by the water
Don’t worry baby, it’s nothing you ever knew
(if it) makes you feel better, throw down a quarter
Don’t worry baby, it won’t stick to your shoes
No one’s leaving california
Pacific transit overload
Gold dust dreamers never warn ya
And my guitar strums
Yeah my guitar strums
I am the american
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