A Postcard From California

Now you know that I’m goin' out west
I think that it’s for the best
Hopes and dreams are what this nation’s built on
They wrote me a letter back
Said «Get yourself out here fast
We’ll send for your things and put you in a nice hotel»
I knew I was doin' good
They typed it on an Underwood
My letter came all the way by U.S. Mail
They said they could use a man
Who could read a set of blueprint plans
By the time you read this I’ll be flyin' over Indian Wells
And I’ll be sending you a postcard from California
And I’ll be missing you each and every day
They say it’s cold out here in San Francisco
But the sun shines down upon the Golden Gate
I tried you on the telephone
I didn’t find you at home
The lines were down, I guess this note’ll have to do
Now leavin' like this ain’t right
But I had to take the mornin' flight
I love you girl and I’m already missin' you
And I’ll be sending you a postcard from California
And I’ll be missing you each and every day
They say it’s cold out here in San Francisco
But the sun shines down upon the Golden Gate
I tried you on the telephone
I didn’t find you at home
I’m not real good with words or makin' sweet goodbyes
And maybe I’ll change my plans
And start up a rock 'n' roll band
I’ll write you a song and maybe it’ll make you cry
And I’ll be sending you a postcard from California
And I’ll be missing you each and every day
They say it’s cold out here in San Francisco
But the sun shines down upon the Golden Gate
And I’ll be sending you a postcard from California
And I’ll be missing you in each and every way
They say it’s cold out here in San Francisco
But the sun shines down upon the Golden Gate
I tried you on the telephone
I didn’t find you at home