Lucinda Williams

Here In California

Lucinda Williams


Tom: A

A                   E          A
When I was young my mamma told me
         E                F#m
SHe said child take your time
      D                A
Don't fall in love too quickly
  Bm                D
Before you know the one
    A       E          A
She held me round the shoulders
     E                 F#m
In a voice so soft and kind
         D                 A
She said love can make you happy
    Bm                 A
And love can rob you blind

[Chorus]
Bm   E       A     Bm          E            F#m
Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines
           D                  A
There's no gold I thought I'd warn you
        Bm         E                  A
And the hills turn brown in the summertime

[Verse 2]
    A      E        A
Now I will learn to love you
E                F#m
But I can't  say when
     D                A
This morning we were strangers
     Bm                 D
And tonight we're only friends
     A        E        A
I'll take the time to  know you
     E                F#m
I'll take the time to see
        D                 A
There's nothing I won't show you
       Bm                   A
If you take your time with me

[Chorus]
Bm   E       A     Bm          E            F#m
Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines
           D                  A
There's no gold I thought I'd warn you
        Bm         E                  A
And the hills turn brown in the summertime

[Verse 3]
A                 E    A
There's a old familiar story
   E            F#m
An old familiar rhyme
         D               A
To everything there is a season
         Bm                D
To every purpose there's a time
          A        E        A
A time to love and come together
            E                F#m
A time when love longs for a name
           D                  A
A time for questions we can't answer
Bm                          A
Though we ask them just the same

[Chorus]
Bm   E       A     Bm          E            F#m
Here in California fruit hangs heavy on the vines
           D                  A
There's no gold I thought I'd warn you
        Bm         E                  A
And the hills turn brown in the summertime