California (I'm Comin') - Little Richard

I was born in the country, lived in the county

Raised on a farm, didn’t do nobody wrong

Girlfriend Annabella, she had a lotta fellas

You know she could be drunk, then Lord it kept me so disgusted

I’m gonna leave, I’m gonna leave

I’m going to California, California

I moved to Alabama, went to Louisiana

Back to Mississippi, Lord I flew on out to Texas

Got to leave, oh baby baby got to leave

Everybody know, Lord, that I got to go

Keep on moving, I keep on moving

Now I went on over in Texas, I met a girl named Betsy

She was a good old friend, stuck with me to the end

I got to leave, oh baby baby

Everybody got to go, got to find my love some more

I got to leave

Keep on searching, trying to find

California stays on my mind

If I have a good time, I’d better get going

If I have a beg for it, keep on going

I’m going to California, I’m going to California

I’m going to California, I’m going to California

I’m packed away, California I plan to stay

I hope you receive me well, I got a story that I got to tell

You got to be good to me California, I’ll be good to you

You got to be good to me California, I’ll be good to you