The Damn Quails - California Open Invitation lyrics

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<b>California Open Invitation</b> by <i>The Damn Quails</i><br />

there's a postcard, and a letter,

mailed from golden shores of California

and a message sent solely to warn ya,

we're all fallin in, to the ocean

but don't look so sad,

'cus theres lots of cold beer and white sand

and I'm stuck in this beach, like a mad man

so baby don't call, I'll be home tomorrow

if you come home at all

and I drop to my knees,

and pray to the waves, who have so much to show ya, but nothin to say

stuck in this summer, is where I'm gonna stay

get me out of this city, and out of LA

there's a stiff drink, and a cigatette,

and a chair that just can't wait to meet you

parked at the top of this sand dune

and I've got this brand new tattoo

but don't look so shocked

'cus I'm ridin high in a rag top

and I'm burning my bridges with napalm

so baby don't write, I'll be home tomorrow

if you come home tonight

and I drop to my knees,

and pray to the waves, who have so much to show ya, but nothin to say,

but stuck in this summer is where I'm gonna stay

get me out of this city, and out of LA

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there's a postcard and a letter, mailed from goldenshores of California

and a message sent solely to warn ya,

we're all fallin in, to the ocean