I was born in the country, lived in the county Raised on a farm, didn't do nobody wrong Girlfriend Annabella, she had a lotta fellas You know she could be drunk, then Lord it kept me so disgusted I'm gonna leave, I'm gonna leave I'm going to California, California
I moved to Alabama, went to Louisiana Back to Mississippi, Lord I flew on out to Texas Got to leave, oh baby baby got to leave Everybody know, Lord, that I got to go Keep on moving, I keep on moving
Now I went on over in Texas, I met a girl named Betsy She was a good old friend, stuck with me to the end I got to leave, oh baby baby Everybody got to go, got to find my love some more I got to leave
Keep on searching, trying to find California stays on my mind If I have a good time, I'd better get going If I have a beg for it, keep on going I'm going to California, I'm going to California I'm going to California, I'm going to California
I'm packed away, California I plan to stay I hope you receive me well, I got a story that I got to tell You got to be good to me California, I'll be good to you You got to be good to me California, I'll be good to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
