The land of opportunity where everybody stay Welcome to LA The girls are pretty, sun will shine three-hundred-sixty days But I don't always feel that way, today I need some gray Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away I just told

Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time. And every cotton pickin' mornin' And in the days of my December I know I will remember I wake up with Becky Morgan And to this day I never got to work on time And in the days of our December I know we'll will remember