Chew-ing on a piece of grass,
walk-ing down the ro-ad.
Tell me, how long you gon-na stay here, Joe?
Some peo-ple say this town
don't look good in snow. You don't care, I know.
Ven-tu-ra High-way in the sun-shine,
where the days are long-er, the nights are
strong-er then moon-shine. You're gon-na go,
I k-n-o-w. 'Cause the free wind is blow-in'
through your hair and the days sur-round
your day-light there. Sea-sons cry-ing
no de-spair, al-i-ga-tor liz-ards in the air,
in the air.
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