Lyrics
Got on board a westbound 747Didn’t think before deciding what to do Oh, that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies Rang true, sure rang trueSeems it never rains in southern CaliforniaSeems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before It never rains in California But girl, don’t they warn ya? It pours, man, it poursOut of work, I’m out of my headOut of self respect, I’m out of bread I’m underloved, I’m underfed I wanna go homeIt never rains in CaliforniaBut girl, don’t they warn ya? It pours, man, it poursWill you tell the folks back home I nearly made it?Had offers but don’t know which one to take Please don’t tell ’em how you found me Don’t tell ’em how you found me Gimme a break, give me a breakSeems it never rains in southern CaliforniaSeems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before It never rains in California But girl, don’t they warn ya? It pours, man, it pours