Sitting in a park in Paris, France
Reading the news and it sure looks bad
They won’t give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had
Still a lot of lands to see
But I wouldn’t stay here
It’s too old and cold and settled in its ways hereOh, but California
California, I’m coming home
I’m going to see the folks I dig
I’ll even kiss a sunset pig
California, I’m coming homeI met a redneck on a Grecian isle
Who did the goat dance very well
He gave me back my smile
But he kept my camera to sell
Oh the rogue, the red, red rogue
He cooked good omelets and stews
And I might have stayed on with him there
But my heart cried out for you, California
Oh California, I’m coming home
Oh make me feel good rock'n roll band
I’m your biggest fan
California, I’m coming home…
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