3 Weeks Out West
Barrett Riggins
GENRE
(Verse)
Santa Rosa sleepwalk through the suburbs
Farewell
I can smell a fire in the vineyards
While I sip & spit a smoky zinfandel
Northern California hippie Christians
So long
Jesus, turn the wine back into water
And pour a cup into the mini bong
(Chorus)
3 weeks out west
3 weeks back home again
My mother speaks
I bite my tongue
I feel so young
Out west 3 weeks
(Verse)
Swimming in a pool built on a fault line
Bye bye
Locals swear they've never seen a ripple
As they wring another season out to dry
Heaven bound and paying off the mortgage
Amen
Praying for a sunny California
The next time that I see your face again
(Chorus)
3 weeks out west
3 weeks back home again
Nobody speaks
The pool is cold
I feel so old
Out west 3 weeks
Santa Rosa sleepwalk through the suburbs
Farewell
I can smell a fire in the vineyards
While I sip & spit a smoky zinfandel
Northern California hippie Christians
So long
Jesus, turn the wine back into water
And pour a cup into the mini bong
(Chorus)
3 weeks out west
3 weeks back home again
My mother speaks
I bite my tongue
I feel so young
Out west 3 weeks
(Verse)
Swimming in a pool built on a fault line
Bye bye
Locals swear they've never seen a ripple
As they wring another season out to dry
Heaven bound and paying off the mortgage
Amen
Praying for a sunny California
The next time that I see your face again
(Chorus)
3 weeks out west
3 weeks back home again
Nobody speaks
The pool is cold
I feel so old
Out west 3 weeks
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