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Well, no matter where I wandered
I know, I'll always find a welcome
At the end of every journey
There'll be friendly people waitin'

California would not hold me
Though I loved her timbered mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
Up and down her central valley

I have driven open highway
Through the golden Utah valley
And I watched the rivers gently gliding
I wave my hand to friendly people

California would not hold me
Though I loved her timbered mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
Up and down her central valley

Folks who know me call me a drifter
They don't know I'll stop my ramblin'
They don't know that someday, somewhere
Somebody's gonna make me settle down

I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home
I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home

Well, no matter where I wandered
I know, I'll always find a welcome
At the end of every journey
There'll be friendly people waitin'

California would not hold me
Though I loved her timbered mountains
Worked her fields and worked her orchards
Up and down her central valley

I'm going home

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