Songwriters: Albert Hammond / Mike Hazlewood

Got on board a westbound seven forty-seven

Didn’t think before deciding what to do

Oh, that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies

Rang true, sure rang true

Seems it never rains in southern California

Seems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before

It never rains in California, but girl, don’t they warn ya?

It pours, man, it pours

Out of work, I’m out of my head

Out of self respect, I’m out of bread

I’m underloved, I’m underfed, I want to go home

It never rains in California, but girl, don’t they warn ya?

It pours, man, it pours

Will you tell the folks back home I nearly made it?

Had offers but didn’t know which one to take

Please don’t tell ’em how you found me

Don’t tell ’em how you found me

Gimme a break, give me a break

Seems it never rains in southern California

Seems I’ve often heard that kind of talk before

It never rains in California, but girl, don’t they warn ya?

It pours, man, it pours