Bruce milne played me this song round at his place in Hawthorn. Very rare single and one that knocked me sideways. So began the long search to find my own copy. I had a few Yardbirds albums but none had this song on it. it was just so damn wild.
One night I was DJing at Rubber Soul when a guy came in and started chatting about the records we were playing. Good stuff! and it was! then he said he could get any single we wanted. Of course I took it with a pinch of salt however I said Psycho daisies by The Yardbirds. Rare B-side. Next week he comes down with the single . 10 bucks. I didn't bother to play it at the club. This was prescious. I waited until I was at home. Then blasted it out.
Now it's in my jukebox and the damn thing hasn't played since we moved house. And I paid extra to move it. Dammit!
Pennsylvania snow is pretty thick,
Michigan ain't where I get my kicks.
Texas is fine but it gets too hot,
And New York City's not a place to stop.
New Orleans is the home of the blues,
But California's my home with Mary Hughes.
Down in Mississippi I'm told is nice,
And all the meals there, they come with rice.
Oregon and Iowa are not for me,
The Colorado mountains are something you must see.
But back in California there's nothing to lose,
'Cos everything's swinging there with Mary Hughes.
Michigan ain't where I get my kicks.
Texas is fine but it gets too hot,
And New York City's not a place to stop.
New Orleans is the home of the blues,
But California's my home with Mary Hughes.
Down in Mississippi I'm told is nice,
And all the meals there, they come with rice.
Oregon and Iowa are not for me,
The Colorado mountains are something you must see.
But back in California there's nothing to lose,
'Cos everything's swinging there with Mary Hughes.
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