give me the cost as the albatross
and wear it 'round your neck for size
don't let it get you down
i'm looking inside your house
I know that it smells so nice
your house always looks so nice
bear the crosses high laughing
maybe the time is right you know
promise me not to leave
i'm looking inside your brain
christ it's a cluttered mess
i love you i must confess
la la la la la...I'm goin' to California, where they sleep out every night, yeah.
I'm goin' to California, where they sleep out every night, yeah.
I'm leavin' you, Mama, 'cause you know you don't treat me right.
Let me tell you somethin', Mama that you don't know,
Let me tell you somethin', good gal that you don't know,
Yeah, I'm a do-right Papa, and got a home everywhere I go.
I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave here, Lord, Lord.
I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave you here,
I may rob you blind, I ain't got not railroad fare.
Come on in here.
Listen to me, Mama, while I sing this song, Lord.
Listen to your Daddy sing you this lonesome song.
You got me worried now, but I won't be worried long.
I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave here, hey, hey, hey.
I got the California blues, and I'm sure gonna leave you here,
I may rob you blind, I ain't got not railroad fare.
Honey, get over here.