Текст: John Fogerty. California Blues.

I'm goin' to California, where they sleep out every night, yeah
I'm goin' to California, where they sleep out every night
I'm leavin' you, Mama, 'cause you know you don't treat me right

Let me tell you somethin', Mama, that you don't know
Let me tell you somethin', good gal, that you don't know
Hey, I'm a do-right Papa, and got a home everywhere I go

I got the California blues and I'm sure gonna leave you here, Lord, Lord
I got the California blues and I'm sure gonna leave you here
I may rob you blind, I ain't got no railroad fare, come on in here

Listen to me, Mama, while I sing this song, Lord
Listen to your Daddy sing you this lonesome song
You got me worried now but I won't be worried long

I got the California blues and I'm sure gonna leave you here, hey, hey, hey
I got the California blues and I'm sure gonna leave you here
I may rob you blind, I ain't got no railroad fare, honey, get over here