Gm =355333 Cm =x35543 Dm =x57765 C#m7=x46454Gm Cm Going to calfornia,Gm Cm To live in the summer sunGm Cm The streets are made of silver,Gm Cm I'm like a rabbit on the runGm Cm Philadelphia freedomGm Cm Well, it's not like you have heardGm Cm The city of brotherly loveGm Cm Is full of pain and hurt ChorusDm Cm I'm going to CaliforniaGm Cm To find my pot of goldGm Cm Corruption on every cornerGm Cm Hustlers selling sweetsGm Cm baby is home cryingGm Cm While her momma's on the streetsGm Cm Every bodys dyingGm Cm Have heard the news todayGm Cm A women in the Philly is mournin'Gm Cm A bullet took another son away ChorusDm Cm I'm going to CaliforniaGm Cm I'm going far far away (Saxophone bit) Dm C#m7-Cm Gm x2 (the C#m7 slides into the Cm quickly)Gm Cm I'm going to CaliforniaGm Cm To resurrect my soulGm Cm The sun is always shiningGm Cm Or at least thats what I'm told ChorusDm Cm I'm going to CaliforniaGm Cm To find a better life for meDm Cm I'm going to CaliforniaGm Cm I'll write and tell you what I seeDm Cm I'm going to CaliforniaGm Cm Gm Somebody say a prayer for me (she fades out)
Gone To California
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