Goin to california,
to live in the summer sun
the streets are made of silver
Im like a rabbit on the run
Philadelphia freedom
well, its not like you have heard
the city of brotherly love is full of pain and hurt
goin to california
to find my pot of gold

corruption on every corner
husterls selling sweets
baby is home crying
while her mommas on the street
everybodys dying
have you heard the news today?
a woman in north philly is mouring
the bullet took another son away
im goin to california
Im going far, far away

Im going to california; yes
to resurrect my soul
the sun is always shining
or at least thats what Im told
going to california
theres a better life for me
goin to california
Ill write and tell you what i see
goin to california
somebody say a prayer for me