California, Here I Come
California here I come,
Right back where I started from,
Where bowers and flowers bloom in the sun,
Each morning at dawning birdies sing and everything.
A sun kissed miss said "Don't be late."
That's why I can hardly wait,
So open up those Golden gate California here I COME!
Writer/s: AL JOLSON, B. G. DESYLVA, JOSEPH MEYER
