Getting born in the state of Mississippi
Papa was a copper, and mama was a hippie
In Alabama she would swing a hammer
Price you got to pay when you break the panorama
She never knew that there was anything more than all
What in the world does your compliment take me for?
Black bandana, sweet Louisiana
Robbing on a bank in the state of Indiana
She's a runner
Rebel, and a stunner
On her merry way sayin "Baby, watcha gonna?"
Looking down the barrel of a hot metal forty-five
Just another way to survive
California, rest in peace
California, show your teeth
She's my priestess
I'm your priest
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She's a lover
Baby, and a fighter
Shoulda seen it comin' when it got a little brighter
With a name like "Dani California"
Tje day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya
A little loaded,she was stealin' another breath
I love my baby to death…
Who knew the other side of you?
Who knew that others died to prove?
Too true to say goodbye to you
Too true to say, say, say
Pushed the fader
One for the now
And eleven for the later
Never made it up to Minnesota
North Dakota man
Was a gunnin' for the quota
Down in the Badlands she was savin' the best for last
It only hurts when I laugh
Gone to fast
Songwriters: Chad G Smith Michael Peter Balzary….