-3-| -3- | -5- | -4- | -3-| -4- | -6- | -5- | -3-| -5- | -7- | -6- | -5-| -5- | -7- | -6- | -5-| -3- | -5- | -4- | -3-| -x- | -x- | -x- | | | I'm going to California to live in the summer sun | | | The streets are made of silver, I'm like a rabbit on the run | | | | | Philadelphia freedom, well it's not like you have heard. | | | The city of brotherly love is full of pain and hurt. | | | I'm going to California To find my pot of gold.