Well I'm going to California
Where they sleep out every night
I'm going to California
Where they sleep out every night
Oh Lord I'm leaving you gals
You know you don't treat me right
I got the California blues
And I'm sure gonna leave you here
I got the California blues
And I'm sure gonna leave you here
I may ride the Blinde
I ain't got no railroad fare
Talk about your troubles
Lord that's all I've ever known
You talk about your troubles
Lord that's all I've ever known
Now if I hadn't been a good man
I could not have stayed at home
Well I'm going to California
Where they sleep out every night
I'm going to California
Where they sleep out every night
Oh Lord I'm leaving you gals
You know you don't treat me right