Oh California, if there's one thing I like to see
It's miles of asphalt boiling under the Sun
I'm rolling up my sleeves and I'll wait
For the Moon rise for any phase it's in
Pray I see no black dogs running
And ride all night till the early morning

Steer with the memories that swim around my head
Some are foolish, some so wise, and some just better off dead
And I won't slow down

Oh California, one thing that I'll see
It's blacktop burning under the gun
Running state to state and I'll wait
For the Sun rise and the calm before the storm
Pray I see no black dogs running
And ride all night till the break of dawn

Steer with the memories that swim around my head
Some are foolish, some are wise, and some just better off dead
And I won't slow down
Oh