Lyrics

Surely this old ragged town
Ain't good enough
For a man like me
An enterprising man
With his eyes to the sky
Could surely see
California
That's where my dreams come true

Pick peaches in the sun
Live like a king like I should

Catch a red ball in the night
The wind on my face
The rumble of the train's
Gonna get me out of this place
I'll walk in a land
God declared for me alone
California
That's where I'll call my home