Westcoast Girl

Long ago in Thunder Bay
I used to watch my Daddy play
He sang, and taught me how to groove
Man his band could really move
 
Then I left at seventeen
Dad crossed to the in between
Journeyed westward all alone
Searching for my home
 
I became a west coast girl
There's nothing like it in the world
Love to be a west coast girl
West coast girl
 
Married me a rugged saint
When he touched me I felt faint
Climbed the mountains, swam the sea
Raised a musical family
 
Riding bikes in Stanley Park
Water taxis in the dark
Gold and silver alchemy
My music set me free
 
I became a west coast girl
There's nothing like it in the world
Love to be a west coast girl
Sapphire, emerald, pearl
West coast girl
 
Christie Grace: Lyrics & music
Bill Runge: Music ©