Hell hound’s on my trail again, I can almost feel its breath
If I don’t get away from here this town could be my death
So I’m packing up my bowling ball, my dog and my guitar
I’m gonna put some mileage on this car

Maybe I’ll go to California, ‘cause there I hear the rain hardly falls
The women grow up strong and greet you with a smile
Its salutations California style

I’m picking up some Junior Mints and a couple packs of gum
I’m looking forward to hearing you say “hey man, we’re mighty glad you’ve come
And as for this old, run-down place and these people who claim to be friends
I hope I never pass this way again

Maybe I’ll go to California, ‘cause there I hear the rain hardly falls
The women grow up strong and greet you with a smile
Its salutations California style

I long to see the dessert, I want to ride the waves
I’m gonna walk those golden canyons from that picture that you gave me
Scrapbooks full of memories, throw them on the fire
I’m gonna wear some rubber off these tires

Maybe I’ll go to California, ‘cause there I hear the rain hardly falls
The women grow up strong and greet you with a smile
Its salutations California style

Posted Wednesday, October 13th 2004