California Lyrics

Like a smoking gun

T'wards the setting Sun

I hear a distant call

So I write this song

California days

Trust in the waves

Ocean mountain saves

California here I come

With my skateboards and my gun

I'll be tromping up the mountain

Laying naked in the sun

California here I am

Know nobody but I got a plan

I'll be singing through this ocean roar making everybody dance

Oh California

I'm coming for ya

Its your wayward son

Coming home, coming home

California don't you know

I'm not a pony but we got a show

We'll be coming up the boulevards

You'll let everybody know

California don't look far

You know we dancing among the stars

Earth quaker momma shaker

Drums with my guitars

Oh California

I'm coming for ya

Its your wayward son

Coming home, coming home

Oh, I am just a southerner

Headed from the Gulf coast swamp

Cove forest lands

I gotta be free to be what I am

Making angels in the sand

We'll be smoking with the native chieftains

Overlooking all the land

California here I am

King of the promise land

We'll be bathing milk and honey

Take your daughters for this dance

Oh, California

I'm riding on ya

Its your wayward son

Headed home coming home