Lyrics:

Goin' to California
To live in the summer sun

The streets are made of silver

I'm like a rabbit on the run

Philadelphia freedom
Well, it's not like you have heard

The City of Brotherly Love

Is full of pain and hurt
I'm goin' to California

To find my pot of gold

Corruption on every corner

Hustlers selling sweets

Baby is home crying

While her momma's on the streets
Everybody's dying

Have you heard the news today?

A woman in north Philly is mourning
The bullet took another son away
I'm goin' to California

I'm goin' far, far away

Goin' to California, yes

To resurrect my soul
The sun is always shining

Or at least that's what I'm told

Goin' to California
There's a better life for me
Goin' to California

I'll write and tell you what I see

Goin' to California
Somebody say a prayer for me