while and chase the pale moonlight I can still hear the mission bells and the train rollin' through your town Gonna leave this world behind, we're Southern California bound
can Northern State don't fool around So underground we're over ground Ron holds it down on the pitcher's mound I get my five-one-six on and I'm homeward bound
Dylan Fare thee well, my own true love. I'm leavin' the first hour of the morn. I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico and maybe the coast of Californ.
to go California was his dream a paradise wall he had seen Pictures in magazines that told him so California cottonfields Where labor camps were full of worried men with broken dreams California
four lonely days in a brown L. A. haze And I just want you back by my side Yes, it's been quite a summer Rent-a-cars and west-bound trains And now you
for the end And I don't want another drink I only want that last one again He gave me such a fine glow, smokin' slow Now I should probably be homeward bound
thee I'm bound off for California By the way of stormy Cape Horn And I'm bound to write you a letter, love When I am homeward bound I have signed on
fall and the last to know Where'd you go? Now I'm heels over head, I'm hangin' upside down Thinkin' how you left me for dead, California bound I got
anytime cause I'm always up Make an offer, one that I won't refuse I bought a one way ticket on a west bound plane Four hours later I was wearing shades in California
If I'm not over you by the time I get to Georgia Then I guess I'll be Alabama bound There was a time when I'd do anything for you But this time, baby,
the prowl in a black hat lookin' for cats I got a chrome plaque that reads, "Who's the Mac?" Black pussy, always talk about it 'cause I love it This California
'm quick to do it, umm, meant to do it Stayed on my toes like the nigga pimpin', watching the corner Much love to my niggas rippin' in California Doin
I'd love to blaze you high as the sky But it hot, Wyte how hot, so hot ya brain, about to fry So you got a quarter key of some that California chronic
In California I dream of snow And all the places we used to go With the night falling down With the night falling down Now I'm living in Korea Town Waking
I'm goin' back to California Place where I was partly raised All through this world I'm bound to ramble Through storm and wind Through sleet and rain I'm bound
Tails California We're gonna get outta here if we gotta ride a Greyhound bus Boy, we're bound to outrun the bad luck that's tailin' us Heads Carolina, Tails California
California was his dream, a paradise for he had seen Pictures in magazines that told him so California cottonfields Where labor camps were filled With worried men with broken dreams California
IT NEVER RAINS IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA ALBERT HAMMOND Got on a board a west bound seven forty seven Didn't think before deciding what to do All