Goin' To California

I'm goin' to California
Where the sweet fruit falls off the trees
A honeysuckle bloom and the blossom perfume
The cool of the evening breeze
The cool of the evening breeze

I'm goin' to California
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
Goin' to California (ooh, California)

I'm goin' to California
Where the women is pretty as pearls
Where the rivers brim with whiskey and gin
And the Spanish señoritas twirl
The Spanish señoritas twirl

I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)

Well, I'm goin' to California
Where the sun spits into the deep blue sea
At the end of the day with mother moon on its way
You can feel what it's like to be free
You can almost feel what it's like to be free

I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)

I'm goin' to California
Where the redwoods grow so tall
They reach from this dirty Earth
Into Heaven's halls, into Heaven's halls

I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
I'm goin' to California (oh, California)
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)

So, come on, hop on with me
Come on, go with me

I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
Goin' to California (oh, California)
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
Goin' to California (goin' to California)
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)
I'm goin' to California (ooh, California)