California

I belong to California From the outside hills in the south land I would drive north to San Francisco I belong to California To the pacific breath where we might find hope When I'm old, I will gift away all I've owned California, I leave you my dust And dry bones This border's got a hold on me Try to leave, you'll end up back here, every time I've been thinkin' 'bout Victoria See, just like me (just like me) She tried to leave (she tried to leave) And she's come back (and she's come back) They always do (they always do) They always do When I'm old, I will gift away all I've owned California, I leave you my dust And dry bones When I'm old, I will gift away all I've owned California, I leave you my dust And dry bones I leave you my dust And dry bones I leave you my dust (dust) And dry (and dry) Bones (bones) I leave you my dust And bones