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  "Seems it never rains in Southern California" (1973)
            des englischen Musikers Albert Hammond

Got on board a westbound seven-forty-seven,
didn't think before deciding, what to do.
All that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies rang true, sure rang true.

Seems it never rains in Southern California,
seems I've often heard that kind of talk before.
It never rains in California, but, girl, don't they warn you? It pours, man, it pours!

Out of work, I'm out of my head, out of self-respect, I'm out of bread.
I'm underloved, I'm underfed, I wanna go home.
It never rains in California, but, girl, don't they warn you? It pours, man, it pours!

Will you tell the folks back home, I nearly made it?
Had offers but don't know, which one to take.
Please don't tell them, how you found me,
don't tell them, how you found me. Give me a break, man, give me a break.

Seems it never rains in Southern California,
seems I've often heard that kind of talk before.
It never rains in California, but, girl, don't they warn you? It pours, man, it pours.