You Poor you Playing so long but you're still not grooving I see you running but I see you ain't moving
And me Pitiful me I sleep with both eyes open but I'm just not seeing The forest let alone the trees
California here I come Open up your golden arms I had enough of the new york city slums My brother he went before me My God watch over me California here I come
Can we stop Obsessing There's food on the table let's count our blessings How come we wanna be messing Messing around With the wild wild west Must be a better life than this
How come Some people got it all Some people got none I been banging my head against The writing on the wall But now I just wanna have fun
California here I come Open up your golden arms I had enough of the new york city slums My brother he went before me My God watch over me California here I come
California I'll be there Let me fall into your hair I won't be guilty for my new york city care My sister come along with me Our God is offering our share California I'll be there
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