Well there's a bar in San Franciso called the Swingin' Uptown Tavern
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Where I carved myself a niche and that ain't all
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30 swinging California women wore out 30 switchblade knives
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Carving my initials on the wall
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And in that Swingin' Uptown Tavern underneath the bar' a long brass rail
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Them 30 cuties parked their nylons on
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While the mirror on the wall reflecting 30 sniffing noses
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Under 60 red eyes crying 'cause I'm gone
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And every night in San Francisco 30 California women
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Park on Lover's Lane to sit and reminisce
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They're not looking for a man 'cause ever since the night I kissed them
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Not a single one of them has come un-kissed
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Now in that Swinging Uptown Tavern there's a story being told
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About a swinging gal from Nashville Tennessee
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She came tearing up the bar just like a Tennessee tornado
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And the one she wound up tearing up was me
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And I left 30 California women staring at the door
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And talking to themselves and wondering what went wrong
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Watching this old California whirlwind with this Tennessee tornado
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Off and running, blowing strong
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And now tonight way down in Nashville on a quiet little side street
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In a peaceful home I built for her and me
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There's a California whirlwind and a Tennessee tornado
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Loving up a storm in Nashville Tennessee
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Thirty California Women
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| Kenny Price |
