Northern California In The Rain

Intro:  | C . . . | D . . . | G . Emin C | D . . . | Amin G/B C D | G . . .

verse 1:
G                 C
Searching for the things I cling to
G                     C   G/B    Amin G/B C D . . G/B
in a lost and lonely, unfamiliar place.
C                 D
Searching for the folk I'm kin to
G             Amin      C   D      G
in a nameless crowd, an unfamiliar place.

verse 2:
I have looked the whole world over
for a place to hang my hat just for to roam.
And I have laid me down in clover,
and I know there ain't no place like my home

chorus:
C               D        G                 Emin
I do adore that Northern California in the rain,
C                       D            G                   Emin
but I can't ignore that Northern California's brought me pain.
C            D
Maybe by the morning's light
G                     Emin   C
I'll think of her and end my fight.
D                 Amin       G/B
By morning time I think that I'm
        C  D        G
a'gonna be with her again.

verse 3:
There's honkey tonks in Austin, Texas,
there's pickers and they've got that Lone Star sound.
But I look up in that Lone Star sky
and I feel just like the only one around.

verse 4:
There's Southern Belles with charm in Nashville
and I'm drooling for that drawling in my ear.
So do feel free to drop by my place,
and listen up, y'all come back, y'hear?

verse 5:
The Colorado Skies are starry
and the snowy peaks have pines around their knees.
But I can't smell that salty air
and I can't see the forest for the trees.

chorus:
I do adore that Northern California in the rain,
but I can't ignore that Northern California's brought me pain.
Maybe by the morning's light
I'll think of her and end my fight.
By morning time I think that I'm
a'gonna be with her again.

verse 6:
So give me one Sierra sunrise
and sit me by the sea to watch it set.
And give me back that old guitar,
and listen--we'll pretend that we just met . . . .

chorus:
I do adore that Northern California in the rain,
but I can't ignore that Northern California's brought me pain.
Maybe by the morning's light
I'll think of her and end my fight.
By morning time I think that I'm
a'gonna be with her again.

Maybe by the morning's light
I'll think of her and end my fight.
By morning time I think that I'm
a'gonna be with her . . . .

© John McGaraghan