Lyrics:

Gone to California
To live in the summer sun
The streets are made of silver
I'm like a rabbit on the run
Philidelphia freedom
Well its not like you have heard, no, no, no
This city of brotherly love
Is full of pain and hurt
Gone to California
To find my pot of gold
Corruption on every corner
Hustlers sellin' sweets
Baby is home cryin'
While her mom is on the streets
Everybody's dyin'
Have you heard the news today?
A woman in north Phili is mournin'
A bullet took another son away
Gone to California
I'm goin far, far, far away

Gone California, yes
To resurect my soul
The sun is always shinin', shinin'
Or atleast that's what I'm told
Gone to California
There's a better life for me, yes
Gone to California
I'll write and tell you what I see
Gone to California
Somebody say a prayer for me