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...