Letra de Goin' To California

I'm goin' to California Where the sweet fruit falls off the trees The honeysuckle bloom and the blossom perfume The cool of the evening breeze The cool of the evening breeze I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California Goin' to California I'm goin' to California Where the women are as pretty as pearls Where the rivers brim with whiskey and gin And the Spanish señoritas twirl The Spanish señoritas twirl I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California Well, I'm goin' to California Where the Sun spits into the deep blue sea At the end of the day, with mother Moon on its way You can feel what it's like to be free You can almost feel what it's like to be free I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California Where the redwoods grow so tall They reach from this dirty Earth Into Heaven's halls, into Heaven's halls I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California So come on, hop on with me Come on, go with me I'm goin' to California Goin' to California I'm goin' to California Goin' to California I'm goin' to California I'm goin' to California