Lucinda Williams – Here In California (Guitar)

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When I was young my mamma told me

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SHe said child take your time

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Don't fall in love too quickly

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Before you know the one

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She held me round the shoulders

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In a voice so soft and kind

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She said love can make you happy

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And love can rob you blind

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Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines

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There's no gold I thought I'd warn you

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And the hills turn brown in the summertime

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Now I will learn to love you

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But I can't  say when

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This morning we were strangers

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And tonight we're only friends

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I'll take the time to  know you

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I'll take the time to see

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There's nothing I won't show you

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If you take your time with me

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Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines

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There's no gold I thought I'd warn you

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And the hills turn brown in the summertime

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There's a old familiar story

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An old familiar rhyme

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To everything there is a season

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To every purpose there's a time

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A time to love and come together

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A time when love longs for a name

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A time for questions we can't answer

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Though we ask them just the same

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Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines

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There's no gold I thought I'd warn you

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And the hills turn brown in the summertime