Got a long, long way to go
Over her dusty roads.
Take my old brown suitcase with me
And leave at the break of dawn.

I'm not afraid of the distance,
Some time on my side.
Hear me singing my song,
California here [bad word] 

When the sun's going down,
Silence is the only sound.
All restless are the nights
When nobody's around.

I'm not afraid of the distance,
Some time on my side.
Hear me singing my song,
California here [bad word] 

Day after day I'm going
Over her dusty roads.
How long will this go on?
Until I'm there where I belong.

But now troubles are over,
I wipe off the dust off my boots.
Hear me singing my song,
California now [bad word] 
Now [bad word] 

But now troubles are over,
I wipe off the dust off my boots.
Hear me singing my song,
California now [bad word] 
Now [bad word] 
Now [bad word]