Lyrics:

It`s a silver mornin`
People getting` up above the city
Hot sun is-a comin`
And the buck and doe will sleep above the city

California hilltop mornin` in the gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown
California hilltop mornin` in the chaparral above the cinnamon town
High on the hill above the cinnamon town

Oh, you gotta run with your dog and chase a covey of quail
Or hear a motorcycle reachin` on the Beechwood Trail

Burnin` in the sun!
City of the Angels!

Silver mornin`
Smoke hangin` over the city
Hot sun is-a pourin`
Down through the clouds into the city

California hilltop mornin` in the gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown
California hilltop mornin` in the chaparral above the cinnamon town
High on a hill above the cinnamon town

Oh, oh, you gotta run with your dog and chase a covey of quail
Or hear a motorcycle reachin` on the Beechwood Trail

Oh! City of the Angels!

Silver mornin`
Smog hangin` over the city
Hot sun is-a pourin`
Down through the clouds into the city
(Pourin` like a fire through the city)
Down through the clouds into the city
...
No...city!...
(Got to feel it, got to breathe it, don`t you know it!)
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