I Usually Work on the West Coast - Cafe lounge Jazz & Cafe Ensemble Project

Dear Susan, I know you love me so But I want to hear it in my ear You know I'd be there working at my craft Had it not been for the draft Dry up your tear and feel no fear You're here with me like I'm there with you To Susan on the west coast waiting From Andy in Vietnam fighting To Susan on the west coast waiting From Andy in Vietnam fighting I'm writing a note beneath a tree The smell of the rain on the greenery Our fathers have painfully lost their way That's why, my love, I'm here today Hear me when I say there will come a day When kings will know and love can grow To Susan on the west coast waiting From Andy in Vietnam fighting To Susan on the west coast waiting From Andy in Vietnam fighting To Susan on the west coast waiting From Andy in Vietnam fighting To Susan on the west coast waiting From Andy in Vietnam fighting Susan, I know you love me so But I'd like to hear it in my ear You know I'd be there working at my craft Had it not been for the draft Dry up your tear and feel no fear You're here with me like I'm there with you To Susan on the west coast waiting From Andy in Vietnam fighting To Susan on the west coast waiting From Andy in Vietnam fighting To Susan on the west coast waiting From Andy supposedly hating To Susan on the west coast waiting From Andy in Vietnam fighting

In the east coast, in the west coast Trough the middle of the city In the north shore, in the south shore Through the middle of the commonwealth I will be rocking, for you I will be rolling, for you I will be rocking and a rolling, for you On the east side, on the west side All around the town In the north pole, in the south pole All over the world, huh I will be rocking, for you I will be rolling, for you I will be rocking and a rolling, for you From the first mile, to the tenth mile Were the rock 'n' roller city On the right side, on the road side All over the land I will be rocking, for you I will be rolling, for you I will be rocking and a rolling, for you... ow! From the right bank, to the left bank With a stone that couldn't find the land From the midland, to the outland On the orient express... yeah From the gulf coast, to the gulf coast Through the middle of the valley At the north sky, at the south sky Through the middle of the universe I will be rocking, for you I will be rolling, for you I will be rocking and a rolling, for you... ohh

Jump onto new streets, jump onto new streets Jump onto new streets, jump onto new streets Jump onto new streets, jump onto new streets Me, I'm from a different type of left land, old wild west land Nose bleeds, palm trees and tumbleweeds rustling Outside they say it's happy here but it's depressin' Too many pretty faces catchin' my attention So I look at 'em, remind myself in this smudged glass That pretty isn't everything, you punkass Always hard to see past the surface when it looks so perfect But her eyes will disguise dirt on purpose, you listening? I grew up here, under the sun In grade school, I was the odd one out of the bunch And I don't mean I was the kid to eat bugs for lunch I was the one who wasn't comin' from where they're comin' from, uh I speak poetically and never pride my ignorance But this California shit is rigorous They say it's happy here, happiness is figurative I'm happy 'cause of me, doesn't matter where I'm livin' If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm waking up underneath sheets, naked, still sweating Slept in late so everybody else is ready My friend called up, he said, "Hurry up, buddy, it's almost sundown already" So I hopped up, I went and washed up I ate some pasta then I gave my mom hugs And then I thought, uh It's gonna be a pretty nice night (But pretty isn't everything, right?) Golden state mind, I'm taking my time Plain white shirt and a skinny black tie My top let down when I get picked up, PCH, so California Maybe they were right, happiness is a warm gun But before you shoot, please, warn us Life is too fun, California, will you marry me? Let God be the sun and in the ocean they shall bury me If the sun was God, I'd be covered in faith If the ocean was the devil, I'd be covered in hate I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame I'm so west coast, it's a goddamn shame It's a goddamn shame