Lirama

It was the very edge of summer
the air was thin the sky more pale
Dusty roads I remember
Oh so well

The winds of future blew around us
The owners came to tell their tale
feelin' like a piece of paper
in a gale

Go West, go West
where there's fruit in every place
a smile on every face
Go West, go West
Where there's work (so I'm told)

California's never cold
so Go West

We sold part' our lives
for 18 dollars
Bought a Hudson Super-6
Travelled on down the highway
with no rest

Childhood memories behind us
Grown-up feelings lie ahead
Asked my Dad why we're going
and he said

Go West, Go West
Where there's fruit in every place
a smile on every face
Go West, Go West
Where there's work (so I'm told)
California's never cold... so
Go West