say there's nothing to it
Just hot sandy air blowing in
There's a California reason
The only change in season
Known as the Santa Ana winds
Most people talk like it was evil
Almost too afraid of what
coming back from long, long ago.
that foundered in Death Valley.
To some, their beginnings,
But to me, they're as real
as this old horse I'm ridin'
An ever -changin' Santa Ana winds
they're in the San Jacinto Mountains
Waitin' with an ever -watchful eye
If you listen in the evening
on the sand down by the ocean
You can hear their distant cry
Maybe it's the spirits of
Coming back from long, long ago
that foundered in Death Valley
Holy Santa Anna knows, I said
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