[Instrumental Intro — fingerpicked acoustic guitar, open tuning, slow build with a soft harmonica line entering at the end] [Verse 1] I was raised in redwood shadows Fog that never learns to leave Mother's records on the turntable Father’s poetry of joys and sorrows Songs that taught me how to grieve Seventeen, but restless and able With a duffel bag and a borrowed guitar I told my grandma I was going Not sure how far was far [Pre-Chorus 1] There's a highway running north from here Cuts along the shining coast Every town's got a stage and a stranger And a song to write and test To make the music I love best [Chorus 1] So, I'm going up to Oregon Then further still I'll roam Chasing down the sound of Laurel Canyon A sound I call my own Then I’ll roam on out to Idaho Check out Rosalie’s old town Boise's got a coffeehouse Where the folk crowd plays till dawn I'm just a girl with her mother's voice Hoping the 70s aren’t gone [Verse 2] Slept in the back of a Datsun wagon Dreamed of Kate and the Eagles' gold Every open mic's a schoolroom Every stranger's story told I was eager for adventures And Life’s lessons to unfold Met a fiddler out in Ashland Who taught me a minor key Said "You sound like California And you play like you're born free." [Pre-Chorus 2] There's a hunger in the traveling It's not about the miles It's chasing something that was lost Before I ever learned to smile [Chorus 2] So, I'm going up to Oregon Then further still I'll roam Chasing down the sound of Laurel Canyon A sound I call my own Then I’ll roam on out to Idaho Check out Rosalie’s old town Boise's got a coffeehouse Where the folk crowd plays till dawn I'm just a girl with her mother's voice Proving the 70s aren’t gone [Bridge] Maybe I won't find the Canyon Maybe that decade's dead and gone But the wanting is its own sweet kind of song Every border town, every borrowed bed Is a verse that hasn't been written yet And a story that’s still unsaid [Verse 3] Now I'm older on the coast road Got some calluses and a car that runs Still chasing something golden ‘Neath the fog and setting sun And if you catch me in a bar room In Seattle or Tahoe town I'll still be singing for the ones Who taught me how to leave,. . . Not settle down. [Chorus 3] So, I went on up through Oregon And further still I roamed, Found a piece of Laurel Canyon In a sound I call my own Boise's still got that coffeehouse Where the folk crowd plays till dawn And I'm still that girl with her mother's voice Soul of Laurel Canyon in my song. [Outro — sung, fading] North to the wild roads That's where I'm bound North to the wild roads. . . Chasing that sound... [Instrumental Outro — guitar and harmonica trade the melody, fading slowly over 30 seconds)]
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