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Tom: F
Intro: F

Verso 1:
F
Oh California, if there's one thing I like to see

      C                        Bb
It's miles of asphalt boiling under the sun

                                   F
I'm rolling up my sleeves and I'll wait 


For the moon rise for any phase it's in

C
Pray I see no black dogs running 

     Bb  
And drive all night till the early morning

Refrão:
F               Bb             F              C
Steer with the memories that swim around my head

F                 Bb                 F                    C 
Some are foolish, some so wise, and some just better off dead

       Bb    F      C  Bb       F
And I won't slow down

Verso 2:
F
Oh California. One thing that I'll see

      C                         Bb
It's miles of blacktop burning under the gun

                                F
Running state to state and I'll wait 


For the sun rise and the calm before the storm

C
Pray I see no black dogs running 

     Bb  
And drive all night till the break of dawn 

Refrão:
F                Bb           F               C
Steer with the memories that swim around my head 

F                 Bb                  F                    C
Some are foolish, some are wise, and some just better off dead

       Bb    F     C   Bb    F
And I won't slow down 

Interlude
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Verso 3:
F
Oh California. You're where I need to be 

      C
I'm heading to your mountains
 
Bb
Through your rivers, on to your sea 

          F
And I'll make it only if I stay rolling 

     
From there don't care where I'm going
 
C
Break for food, smoke, and fuel 

        Bb  
Come on 50 cent cup to burn up my throat

Refrão:
F               Bb             F              C
Steer with the memories, that swim around my head. 

F                  Bb                F                   C
Some are foolish, some so wise, and some just better of dead

       Bb    F    C    Bb
And I won't slow down 

       F     Bb    C   Bb     F
And I won't slow down