California Sun(Chords)

	        

C                  F 
California sun has sunk 
           Am      G           C 
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night 
              F 
I was high on junk 
        Am            G          C 
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right 


Verse 1:
 
C                               F 
Will every crimmin' hood make a bargain with the world 
                                 C 
Seats are successive when you're shot to the curb 
                                F 
I spend my day in blindness, at night I get my vision 
                       C 
Dodgy, cause there are no one indecision 
           F     C 
Cause it's wild, 
          Am   F         G 
When it's wild wild wild wild 

 
  C                F 
California sun has sunk 
           Am      G           C 
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night 
              F 
I was high on junk 
        Am            G          C 
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right 


Verse 2:
 
C                 F 
I get destructive outside obedience 
                            C 
I am no longer respected in this new transition 
                      F 
I put into effect, my long time standard 
                   C 
Disastrous living, disastrous living! 
           F 
Cause it's wild, 
           Am   F         G 
Cause it's wild wild wild wild 

 
  C                F 
California sun has sunk 
           Am      G           C 
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night 
              F 
I was high on junk 
        Am            G          C 
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right 


Interlude: 
C  F  C  F  C 
           F     C 
Cause it's wild, 
           Am   F         G 
Cause it's wild wild wild wild 

 
  C                F 
California sun has sunk 
           Am      G           C 
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night 
              F 
I was high on junk 
        Am            G          C 
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right 
                   F 
California sun has sunk 
           Am      G           C 
Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night 
              F 
I was high on junk 
        Am            G          C 
And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel all right 
C 
All right!