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



Packed my bags and caught a plane out to LA

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 accolades

Rescued by a righteous babe

Her bodyguards got us out of the crowd

Into the hills, 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



California king...just ain't me