California (Pt. II)

I tell you what i'm gonna do

I'm gonna lighten up

I'm gonna throw a box of books and my beloved guitar

Into the back of my truck and try my luck in

California

I'm gonna stay away from LA

I'm staying far away from there

I'm going north of san francisco

Into the cleaner air

I'm gonna get a little land with the money i've saved

And buy an old house that i can work on

Where the next nearest neighbor lives miles away

I'll never have to mow the lawn (right on)

California

And when the house is all finished

And the garden is grown

I'm gonna write you a letter

Asking you to come home

And i know that you will come

Yes i know that you will come

'cause others may know where you been

But honey i know where you're from, you're from

California