Lucinda Williams - Here In California

      [Verse]
A                   E          A
When I was young my mamma told me
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SHe said child take your time
      D                A
Don't fall in love too quickly
  Bm                D
Before you know the one
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She held me round the shoulders
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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]
    A      E        A
Now I will learn to love you
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But I can't  say when
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This morning we were strangers
     Bm                 D
And tonight we're only friends
     A        E        A
I'll take the time to  know you
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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]
A                 E    A
There's a old familiar story
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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 air ??
           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