Interstate 80
by Jim Thompson
© 1983 James D. Thompson

Didn't I warn ya about California
Just ain't no gold in the mine
Didn't I tell ya they'd try to sell ya
Something you had no mind of buyin'
Yeah didn't I warn ya about California
Sun don't always shine.
And didn't I say you'd come back someday to this love of mine.

Well I couldn't blame ya
As you crossed Pennsylvania out on your own
But as you drove through Ohio
I was wondering why, oh why'd ya go
Did you see Indiana?
Did you remember this man here who loved you so?
But you drove right through Iowa
I guess I know ya had to go, had to go.

But didn't I warn ya about California
Just ain't no gold in the mine
Didn't I tell ya they'd try to sell ya
Something you had no mind of buyin'
Yeah didn't I warn ya about California
Sun don't always shine.
And didn't I say you'd come back someday
To this love of mine.

Well I'll never ask ya
About the flats of Nebraska
Where the grass is tall.
Or the badlands of Wyoming
Where you got so lonely ya had to call
But I just can't accept
The fact that you said
You won't come back at all, back at all

(Chorus)

I don't know what you saw
On the salt flats of Utah
But it left ya scared
Or in Reno, Nevada
Where it got so bad
Ya don't remember being there
Oh the road is so cold when you're on your own
And no one really cares, really cares.

(Chorus)