California King Lyrics - Hot Apple Pie - Hot Apple Pie

I got a message on my phone 

Some chick from Rolling Stone said 

"We'd like to do an interview 

And take a few pictures of you" 

Well, my label says I'm number one 

Hotter than the Dickens son 

But you need to get where the action is 

If you wanna be a superstar, kid 

So I, I packed my bags and caught a plane out to L.A. 

And I rented me a palace down by the sea 

A small town boy to a California king 

I rolled up in my limousine 

Paparazzi on the scene 

I'm supposed to open up the show 

I'm nominated five times you know 

I was drowning in accolades 

Rescued by a righteous babe 

Her bodyguards got us out of the crowd 

Into the hills an' up to the clouds 

And through the gates and golden doors and onto her bed 

Overlookin' the boulevard of broken dreams 

A small town boy to a California king 

Well, things out here move pretty fast 

There ain't much that's built to last 

And you're only as good as your last song 

And the moment that you stop to rest 

They'll steal your throne 

So I made the rounds religiously 

I wore my crown respectfully 

Rubbin' elbows and egos and such 

And man, I never felt so outta touch 

I was losin' sight of what was true 

Longin' for the life I knew 

Them honeysuckle flowers and country roads 

And good ol' Dixieland between my toes 

So I, I packed my guitar and hopped a train 

And made my escape 

And I took only good memories home with me 

This small town boy's goin' back to Tennessee 

Oh, oh, oh, California king just ain't me, no, no