Northern California ft. Michael Sherry Lyrics

Young ones being born

Clean slate fresh snow

And I ain't seen some these friends in years

But somehow we stay close

There's a fork in these mountains

I came up just below

Leaving my folks is hard every single time

But I have to go

And I still call it home

Northern California

I still call it home

Northern California

Helluva place to live

I slipped on my hiking boots

And pulled down my window shades

To unveil my roots

Nor Cal backwoods

Home of old growth and fog

Rain fed and temperate

The clear cuts like scars

I grew up in the heart of it

Pumping in my blood

Washed in water painted politics

Where colors all run

Gloomy like the deep forest

North Coast grunge

Slip through the cracks of these trees like the sun but

There's a ghost in these hills

Where they dug in for the gold

Remnants of the past

Hang over this valley floor like smoke

They gave new names to the land

Replaced the ways of the old

They done bled the stones in these mountains cold

But they ain't stole her soul

And I still call it home

Northern California

I still call it home

Northern California

I see the past clear as reflections in a still pond

It lives on

Dry kindling on the fire

Waking up to greet the new dawn

Thick fog and first frost

Late for school get gone

Hot Summers

Fall colors

Strong Winters

Springs thaw

If you've ever lived here

You'd never question the love

I felt the cycle of these seasons

Like breath through the lungs

And when I'm gone

Carry on

There's no reason to hurt

Throw half my ashes in Salmon River

Leave the rest in the dirt

Of Nor Cal

Northern California

I still call it home

Northern California