The New California
Joel Plaskett
Had a heavy homesick feeling
After a late night on the town
It’s nothing new, this road I’m down
Spend a week upon the pavement
Or a day up in the sky
Either way we say goodbye
Hug your boy and kiss your wife
Pack a bag for Yellowknife
It’s the new California in July
In a weaving whiskey wander
Just trying to find the night
It’s 3am, are we all right?
And downtown at the Gold Range
Country music takes us home
Across a sea of mobile phones
Hug your boy and kiss your wife
Pack a bag for Yellowknife
It’s the new California in July
The sun won’t leave the sky