"California (Cast Iron Soul)" lyrics
"California (Cast Iron Soul)"
Lately, I've been low
Things been moving slow
Could not tell you why
Maybe too much paradise
Something came calling
And I knew this time I had to go
California
I don't even know you
Taking me away from home
Old Magnolia
I'll never get over you
Feeling's running straight to my bones
Someday I'll be coming home
Someday I'll be coming home
With a cast Iron Soul
It was a winding mountain road
Where the sun shines and the air is cold
Another tired town
Where them old folks hang around
Look me in the eye
And try to pass me down what they know
California
I don't even know you
Taking me away from home
Old Magnolia
I'll never get over you
Feeling's running straight to my bones
Someday I'll be coming home
Someday I'll be coming home
With a cast iron soul
I can see the water
I can taste the sea
Keep on moving farther
From where I need to be
I said California
I don't even know you
Taking me away from home
Old Magnolia
I'll never get over you
Feeling's running straight to my bones
Someday I'll be coming home
Someday I'll be coming home
Someday I'll be coming home
With a cast iron soul
Writer(s): Jonathan O'Neal, Zachry Chance Bearden, Scott Lilly
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