Got on board a west bound 747
Didn't think before deciding what to do
Oh, they talked about their tunities
TV breaks and movies
I'm true, sure I'm true
Seems it never rains in southern California
Seems I often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girls don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours
Out of work, I'm out of my head
Out of selfrespect, I'm out of bread
I'm underloved, I'm underfed, I wanna go home
It never rains in California
But girls don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours
Will you tell the folks back home, I nearly made it
That I often don't know which one to take
Please don't tell them how you found me
Don't tell 'em how you found me
Give me your pray, give me your pray
Seems it never rains in southern California
Seems I often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California
But girls don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours
Writer(s): Albert Hammond, Mike Hazlewood
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