Oh I might live in Southern California
I might have a Texas heart
But sitting on the porch, breeze passes through
A fiddle keeps time to a glass of booze
And I think I see riders on the storm
In the sky if I squint real hard
Have the best wasting time that I have
Losing myself in the love of this land
After all that's said and done
Still waiting for your call to come
Sleepwalking with all those lights on
Always walking towards you
Oh I built my basement to a honky tonk
Where the fellas have a couple laughs
Stories get bigger every hour on
I'm wrestling snakes in the Amazon
Well we might get rusty or out of line
But we'll never be bitter or sad
Gave up pretending long ago
I left those phonies for this one true home
After all that's said and done
Still waiting for your call to come
Sleepwalking with all those lights on
Always walking towards you
Oh I might live in Southern California
I might have a Texas heart
But sitting on the porch, breeze passes through
A fiddle keeps time to a glass of booze
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Oh I might live in Southern California
I might have a Texas heart
But sitting on the porch, breeze passes through
A fiddle keeps time to a glass of booze
And I think I see riders on the storm
In the sky if I squint real hard
Have the best wasting time that I have
Losing myself in the love of this land
After all that's said and done
Still waiting for your call to come
Sleepwalking with all those lights on
Always walking towards you
Oh I built my basement to a honky tonk
Where the fellas have a couple laughs
Stories get bigger every hour on
I'm wrestling snakes in the Amazon
Well we might get rusty or out of line
But we'll never be bitter or sad
Gave up pretending long ago
I left those phonies for this one true home
After all that's said and done
Still waiting for your call to come
Sleepwalking with all those lights on
Always walking towards you
Oh I might live in Southern California
I might have a Texas heart
But sitting on the porch, breeze passes through
A fiddle keeps time to a glass of booze
I might have a Texas heart
But sitting on the porch, breeze passes through
A fiddle keeps time to a glass of booze
And I think I see riders on the storm
In the sky if I squint real hard
Have the best wasting time that I have
Losing myself in the love of this land
After all that's said and done
Still waiting for your call to come
Sleepwalking with all those lights on
Always walking towards you
Oh I built my basement to a honky tonk
Where the fellas have a couple laughs
Stories get bigger every hour on
I'm wrestling snakes in the Amazon
Well we might get rusty or out of line
But we'll never be bitter or sad
Gave up pretending long ago
I left those phonies for this one true home
After all that's said and done
Still waiting for your call to come
Sleepwalking with all those lights on
Always walking towards you
Oh I might live in Southern California
I might have a Texas heart
But sitting on the porch, breeze passes through
A fiddle keeps time to a glass of booze
Writer: Andrew McAllister
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid