California Son by Ted Russell Kamp

I left New York in the rearview
With the open road ahead
3,000 miles with the car stereo in the red
Seattle was my promised land
Who knew what’s in store
But it’s where I’d start to learn what I was living for

Too green to play the blues
But doing every gig of every kind
Who’d have thought
The life that I could find

California Son, son, son
California Son, son, son
California Son, son, son
When the long day is done
I’d be a California Son

I got a bedroom in Los Feliz
By the Pioneer Chicken Stand
Just me an old guitar and my beat up Chevy van
I barely had a dime
But I was ready to take a stand
I didn’t have a clue but man, I had a plan

Barreling down the boulevard
Listening to Tom Waits
Making the scene
Just as much as I could take

California Son, son, son
California Son, son, son
California Son, son, son
I’m not the only one
But I’m a California Son

Too late for the Palomino
But I played the Troubadour
Even if the walls could talk
The songs say so much more
The lure of Laurel Canyon
And the haze of Hollywood
Walking where ghosts are in the air
You know it does a dreamer good
I said it does a dreamer good

• Rock
• americana
• country rock
• outlaw country
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles