California King

Who runs so hard through the valley?
Rhymes to make your heart ache?
Brings the bees to the honey?
California King — well, that's me

I've been praying, Sweet Maria
These words of little faith
But in these days of suffering
It's good to have a plan ready

Good morning, blood, I'm talking to you
There's no way around it
The rock in my pocket might make me drown
We won't talk about it

I couldn't make you love me
I was gone a little too long
Black train highballing
That old American love song

Some prophets sing about bad things
To all their Sunday sinners
They set their nets out on the shore
Try to catch the lonely surfers

Good morning, blood, I'm talking to you
There's no way around it
The rock in my pocket might make me drown
And we won't talk about it

Who runs so hard through the valley?
Rhymes to make your heart ache?
Brings the bees to the honey?
California King, well, that's me