You
On the dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of coal dust
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
That she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Old Town, California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Old Town, California
Any time of year
Any time of year
You can find it here
Her man is Tiffany Twisted
She got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
She calls friends
Now they dance in the courtyard
Sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called up the captain
Please bring me my wine
He said we haven't had that spirit here since 1969
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say
Welcome to the Old Town, California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They're living it up at the Old Town, California
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling
Pink champagne on ice
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And in the master's chambers
They gather for big feasts
They stab it with their stealing knives
But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
Relaxed said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You can check out anytime you like
But you can never leave
Welcome to the Old Town, California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Old Town, California
Anytime of year
You can find it here
Welcome to the Old Town, California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They're living it up at the Old Town, California
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibis
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