Los Angeles
Words and music by Tom Franz
V1
The sun harshly silhouettes the Oakland hills
Illuminates the Golden Gate
On which I’m southward bound
Leaving my home town
On the Camino Real
Driving down old style
To Los Angeles
C
This is no signal here at all
And I need to place a call
To remind me what I’m doing here
I could turn this car around
Whose dreams are these I found
That makes me think that I can
Make it there
V2
The ghost of John Steinbeck haunts these bottom lands
The fertile soil where workers toil
Along the coastal range
Where I’m feeling very strange
Cause Junipero Serra here
Guiding my way clear
To Los Angeles
C
B
I can smell the ocean
I can feel the fog
Such a strong emotion
And it won’t be long
C
