California

The Sierra Mountains rise up

as you float down into L.A.

The Pacific roars, "Hello,

it's another surfing day (surfing day)."

And the girls out here are pretty,

you can bet they'll steal your heart away

and you'll find you wanna stay...

...in California, where the sun is warm,

where the winds called Santa Ana

make you feel like you belong.

California, wherever you may roam,

California keeps calling you home.

All the boulevards and backroads

and the brights lights of Hollywood

and the laid-back way of living

makes you feel all kinds of good (all kinds of good).

I could meet you at sunrise,

we could swim in the ocean blue

and I might just say to you,

"Girl, it's true, I love you."

Come on to California

where the sun is warm,

where the winds called Santa Ana

make you feel like you belong.

California, wherever you may roam,

California keeps calling you home.

(I hear it callin' me)

(I hear it callin' me)

Come on to California

where the sun is warm,

where the winds called Santa Ana

make you feel like you belong.

California, wherever you may roam,

California keeps calling you home.  

(I hear it callin' me)

(I hear it callin' me)

Come on to California

where the sun is warm,

where the winds called Santa Ana

make you feel like you belong.

California, wherever you may roam,

California keeps calling you home.