From the recording Golden State Blues

A song about the never-ending allure of California and the oft-disappointing reality - in the spirit of Woody Guthrie's "Do Re Mi."

Words and music by Steph Gunnoe

Steph Gunnoe - lead vocals and guitar

Sean McCollough - banjo and harmony vocals

Vince Ilagan - upright bass

Jamie Cook - drums

Cecilia Miller - cello

Willa McCollough - harmony vocals

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Sean McCollough at Little Thing Studios

© Steph Gunnoe 2021

Lyrics

Still taking love from those poor places
Still coming out to the Golden State
We bring our dreams, bring our wounds
You raised us up to follow you
You know it's us, so why so blue

The pressure's low but this basement smells
There was no way we could love ourselves
Paint on your clothes and torture the hair
You pay the price just live out here

Still taking love from those poor places
Still coming out to the Golden State
We bring our dreams, bring our wounds
You raised us up to follow you
You know it's us, so why so blue

I learned to dream where the wealth's obscene
It'll makes a schemer of you
I learned to cry cause the pressure's high
To make the dream come true

Still taking love from those poor places
Still coming out to the Golden State
We bring our dreams, bring our wounds
You raised us up to follow you
You know it's us, so why so blue

California, I should warn ya
Your gold is gone, but we rush on like fools
California, I should warn ya
The water's gone, but we'll come on like fools

Still taking love from those poor places
Still coming out to the Golden State
We bring our dreams, bring our wounds
You raised us up to follow you
You know it's us, so why so blue
It's only us, so why so blue