sitting in a park in paris, france
reading the news and it sure looks bad
they won’t give peace a chance
that was just a dream some of us had
still a lot of lands to see
but I wouldn’t want to stay here
it’s too old and cold and settled in it’s ways here
oh, but california
california I’m coming home
i’m going to see the folks I dig
i’ll even kiss a sunset pig
oh it gets so lonely
when you’re walking
and the streets are full of strangers
all the news of home you read
more about the war
and the bloody changes
oh will you take me as l am?
will you take me as l am?
will you?
California I’m coming home