Oh California, if there's one thing I like to see It's miles of asphalt boiling under the Sun I'm rolling up my sleeves and I'll wait For the Moon rise for any phase it's in Pray I see no black dogs running And ride all night till the early morning
Steer with the memories that swim around my head Some are foolish, some so wise, and some just better off dead And I won't slow down
Oh California, one thing that I'll see It's blacktop burning under the gun Running state to state and I'll wait For the Sun rise and the calm before the storm Pray I see no black dogs running And ride all night till the break of dawn
Steer with the memories that swim around my head Some are foolish, some are wise, and some just better off dead And I won't slow down Oh
