.[Verse 1]
I make a little home in the East California sun,
Try to make a little cash, try to have some good clean fun.
But nothing ever lasts, and nothing turned to gold.
The sky came in real fast, nothing could be sold.
Hell or high water -- damn, guess God gave me both.
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