Testo di California

Snow on the mountains The valley's hot and bright Palm trees are glistening There's not a cloud in sight I love the foothills And I love the sea If you feel what I feel There's no place to be But California California California California February Saturdays As sunny as can be The flowers always bloom And there's always fruit to eat I love Pomona And my city, she loves me If you feel what I feel There's no place to be But California California California California Claremont, upland Ontario Chino and Montclair All the cities raised me And I smoked just everywhere I passed the streets That my friends had growing up And everyone has left Or just simply given up In California California California California California California California California