I’m hopping on a westbound train while the sun still shines
I’m hopping on a westbound train while the sun still shines
Gotta’ see the hills of California one last time
My hands they won’t stop shaking and I’m afraid of my mind
My hands they won’t stop shaking and I’m afraid of my mind
Gotta’ see the hills of California while I still got time
Kiss my wife and family, tell them, “please don’t you cry”
Kiss my wife and family, tell them, “please don’t cry”
Maybe if I get to California I’ll be fine
I’ve seen many people struggle, I’ve seen many people standing up to try
I’ve seen many people struggle, I’ve seen many pеople standing up to try
I’ve seen blood upon the orchard but I’vе seen fruit upon the vine
And I hear the people screaming, crying, rising, “when will it be time?”
And I hear the people screaming, crying, rising, “when will it be time?”
But if you listen close I hear a whistle coming down that line
Here in my hospital room the walls are closing, I’m running out of time
Here in my hospital room the walls are closing, I’m running out of time
But I can see the hills of California in the back of my mind
I’m hopping on a westbound train while the sun still shines
Gotta’ see the hills of California one last time
My hands they won’t stop shaking and I’m afraid of my mind
My hands they won’t stop shaking and I’m afraid of my mind
Gotta’ see the hills of California while I still got time
Kiss my wife and family, tell them, “please don’t you cry”
Kiss my wife and family, tell them, “please don’t cry”
Maybe if I get to California I’ll be fine
I’ve seen many people struggle, I’ve seen many people standing up to try
I’ve seen many people struggle, I’ve seen many pеople standing up to try
I’ve seen blood upon the orchard but I’vе seen fruit upon the vine
And I hear the people screaming, crying, rising, “when will it be time?”
And I hear the people screaming, crying, rising, “when will it be time?”
But if you listen close I hear a whistle coming down that line
Here in my hospital room the walls are closing, I’m running out of time
Here in my hospital room the walls are closing, I’m running out of time
But I can see the hills of California in the back of my mind
( Dusty The Kid )
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