Yes, Kate McGarrigle's "Talk To Me of Mendocino" is beautiful. But "Never had the blues from whence I came?"
"The trees grow high in New York State?" Nonsense. Our trees could eat three of your trees for breakfast.

Here's a song about Mendocino sung by people who live here.

Squawk to Me of Mendocino


Bid farewell to the state of Arizona
To get away from home   
In the LA traffic you begin to age
When first your hair starts graying.

And the trees grow high in Mendocino
This is your last chance to see
Those that Calfire hasn’t taken,
Cut down by PG and E.

        Squawk to me of Mendocino
        Open your eyes, you’ll see RVs
        Drive up from San Bernardino
        Passing log trucks full of trees.

Cloverdale, turn left to Boonville
Getting carsick on the turns
Guys can pee upon the redwoods
Gals can squat down in the ferns.

Eat another lemon gummie
Stop and take another toke.
Running gaily round the redwoods
Crashing through the poison oak.

        What’s become of Mendocino?
        Now it’s normal and mundane
        Where are all those old-time hippies?
        Only tourist traps remain.

        And the t-shirts all say “Mendocino”
        Now you wonder why you bought ‘em
        Never had the crabs from whence you came
        But in Fort Bragg  you caught ‘em.

As the sun sets on the ocean
You’re still staring at your phone
No, I will not take your picture
Let me brood here on my own.

        Squawk to me of Mendocino
        Open your eyes, you’ll see RVs
        Drive up from San Bernardino
        Past the last remaining trees.