Cry, California Baby, Cry

©1975, 1980 Dan Scanlan



Cry, Cry-y-y-y-y. California Baby Cry.
Sigh, Sigh-h-h-h. You're about to watch her die.

They said "Eureka" when they found you lying there,
The sun shone so golden through your lovely maiden air.
But who could have told you of tomorrow's dawn:
The sun to rise in tainted skies. a maiden's virtue gone?

So Cry, Cry-y-y-y. California Baby Cry.
Sigh, Sigh-h-h-h. You're about to watch her die.

Did it start when the Donner Party failed to grasp your wealth?
It was so cold from callous need it had to eat itself.
But today's overwhelming undertaking could cause this clear-cut death:
If oxygen falls to timber sales, where do you get your dying breath?

So Cry, Cry-y-y-y. California Baby Cry.
Sigh, Sigh-h-h-h. You're about to watch her die.

They covered you in concrete to sell the most of you,
And laced you up in asphalt for their ballyhoo.
But now the party is over and your house is all awry.
Your hills are topped, your trees are chopped, the promise was a lie.

So Cry, Cry-y-y-y. California Baby Cry.
Sigh, Sigh-h-h-h. You're about to watch her die.



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