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It was the very edge of summer |
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the air was thin the sky more pale |
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Dusty roads I remember |
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Oh so well... |
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The winds of future blew around us |
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The owners came to tell their tale, |
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feelin' like a piece of paper |
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in a gale. |
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Go West, go West. |
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where there's fruit in every place |
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a smile on every face... |
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Go West, go West... |
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Where there's work (so I'm told) |
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California's never cold, |
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so Go West... |
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We sold part' our lives |
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for 18 dollars... |
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Bought a Hudson Super-6 |
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Travelled on down the highway |
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with no rest... |
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Childhood memories behind us |
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Grown-up feelings lie ahead, |
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Asked my Dad why we're going |
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and he said... |
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Go West, Go West |
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Where there's fruit in every place |
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a smile on every face... |
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Go West, Go West... |
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Where there's work (so I'm told) |
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California's never cold... so, |
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Go West... |
