I had a 49 Merc that I chopped myself A chip on my shoulder and a story to tell I was three years clean and I just woke up So I sold all my shit and packed up the truck
Had a hand full of luck, a fist full of dimes A slouch in my stance so I made up my mind I'm changin my gears, I'm changin my time Still chased by the devil that I'm leavin' behind and so I'm
Drivin' to Kalifornia I'm drivin' to Kalifornia
Got a full tank of gas and I lightened the load Shined the white walls up then I hit the road T-Roy shotgun, I'm behind the wheel All my boys got my back from the city of steel
And when I pull fifth gear, man, she's like a weapon Doin' 95 on a stairway to heaven Got my ears on bright so we can avoid the lights Mic check, one, two, everything's alright and so I'm
Drivin' to Kalifornia I'm drivin' to Kalifornia
I want to know what it feels like It feels like livin' free Somewhere to roll where the sun shines It shines right down on me
Drivin' to Kalifornia Where the sun shines down and it's always around, sing I'm drivin' to Kalifornia Hot Rod Betties up and down the west coast
Drivin' to Kalifornia Where the sun shines down and it's always around, sing I'm drivin' to Kalifornia Where you feel it the most, big waves up and down the west coastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
