Sweet Home Chicago- Robert Johnson: Baby don't you want to go, to that land out in California my sweet home Chicago (last time I checked Chicago is in Illinois not Californication, but then again Johnson never left the area around Mississpii, Texas, and Louisiana....)
Folsom Prison Blues- Johnny Cash: Well I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die. (the guy is in Folsom prison in California for a murder committed in Reno NEVADA )
bad lyrical geography
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bad lyrical geography
The scariest folk song lyrics are "My Boy Grew up to be just like me" from cats in the cradle by Harry Chapin
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You still have to admit that Folsom Prison Blues is a kickass song, though.
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damn straight.
besides how many california towns/cities would have fit the flow of the song. I mean the nearest I can think of is "I shot a man in Colma" which wouldn't get much of a reaction since "Colma" is a town made up for the service of mamorial parks (cemetaries)
besides how many california towns/cities would have fit the flow of the song. I mean the nearest I can think of is "I shot a man in Colma" which wouldn't get much of a reaction since "Colma" is a town made up for the service of mamorial parks (cemetaries)
The scariest folk song lyrics are "My Boy Grew up to be just like me" from cats in the cradle by Harry Chapin