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THE TRAVELLER'S SONG (Words and Music by James Berry) They're closing all the bars on East Side Can't you hear the music fade away? And the boys from Brazil are after me still But I don't know what I'm supposed to say The sand's so hot in California They don't warn you it's so hot Until it's all gone, You really don't know what you got The marching band has made the High Street It's proud to be St. Patrick's Day And the cops are all out with tears in their eyes And they're praying for the world to stray And the sand's so hot in California They don't warn you it's so hot Until it's all gone, You don't know what you got If you can't find clemency Central Park will do Hotel rooms with apathy Where the world won't come to you Those Betty Davis eyes keep shining And Sinatra makes the whole world sway And the buildings so high they're touching the sky Hell, the stars are getting in the way Still the sand's so hot in California They don't warn you it's so hot Until it's all gone, You don't know what you got If you can't find clemency Central Park will do Hotel rooms with apathy Where the world won't come to you They're closing all the bars on East Side Can't you hear the music fade away? And the boys from Brazil are after me still But I don't know what I'm supposed to say And the sand's so hot in California They don't warn you it's so hot Until it's all gone, You don't know what you got ------ Keyboards, Lead Vocal: James Berry Words and Music: James Berry (c) JHB Music 2023. All rights reserved. Email: jhberrymusic@gmail.com