The Sierra Mountains rise up
as you float down into LA.
The Pacific roars, "Hello,
it's another surfin' day."
And the girls out here are pretty,
you can bet they'll steal your heart away
and you'll find you'll 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 callin' you home.
All the boulevards and backroads
and the brights lights of Hollywood
and the laid-back way of livin'
make 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 callin' you home.
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.
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...