text: Sitting in a park in Paris, France
  Reading the news and its all bad
  They wont give peace a chance
  That was just a dream some of us had
  Still a lot of lands to see
  But I wouldnt wanna stay here
  Its too old and cold and settled in its ways here
  Oh, but California
  California, Im comin home
  Im going to see the folks I dig
  Ill even kiss a Sunset pig
  California, Im comin home
  I met a redneck on a Grecian isle
  Who spent my money very well
  He gave me back my smile
  But he kept my camera to sell
  Oh, the rogue, the red, red rogue
  He cooked good omelets and stews
  And I might have stayed on with him there
  But my heart cried out for you, oh, California
  California, Im comin, comin, comin, home
  Oh, make me feel good rock n roll band
  Im your biggest fan
  California, Im comin home
  Oh, it gets so lonely
  When youre walking in a street of strangers
  All the news of home you read
  Just give you the blues
  So I bought a ticket
  I caught a plane to Spain
  Went to a party down a red dirt road
  There were lots of pretty people there
  Reading Rolling Stone, reading Vogue
  They said, How long can you hang around?
  I said a week, maybe two
  Just until my skin turns brown
  And then Im going home to California
  California, Im comin home
  Oh, will you take me as I am?
  Strung out on another man
  California, Im comin home
  Oh, it gets so lonely
  When youre walking
  And the streets are full of strangers
  All the news of home you read
  More about the war
  And the bloody changes
  Ohh, will you take me as I am?
  Will you take me as I am?
  Ohh, will you take me as I am?
  Will you? Will you?
  Will you take me as I am?
  Hmmm mmmmm
  Will you take me as I am?