[Lyric] California Gold (Phil Everly)

Sunset bookies runnin’ Hollywood cookies
And drinkin’ that BB wine
Midnight hookers and mid-west lookers
Tryin’ to arrange some time

Ain’t a thing I knew that can’t be sold
Everybody’s lookin’ for California gold

Worn out bikinis and sun-baked weanies
Why there’s mustard in the sand
Little dog walkers and big deal talkers
There’s no place left to stand

Even on a sunny day they’re cold
Everybody’s lookin’ for California gold

I’ve been too long, I don’t belong
California gold got me sinkin’ in the sand
We’re worlds apart
But we’re heart to heart
I’m comin’ home baby
Tеll me that you love your man
Malibu rompers with thеir Gucci store lockers
Put their noses on the line

Everybody’s playin’ and nobody’s stayin’
Leavin’ all the kids behind
Ain’t a thing I knew that won’t be sold
Everybody’s lookin’ for California gold

Gold, gold
California gold
California gold
California gold...