King Calaway - California Gold Lyrics

The canyons I've seen
And the rivers I've crossed
The High Desert end
No, it don't come close to her
The Burlington Northern is racing me back
To sunsets and salt air
And she's there waiting on me
There's still some miles left 'til I find it

I'm chasing that sweet, sweet gold
She's got a grip on my soul
Yeah, with that precious glow
She's a treasure to behold, California gold
She is gold

Cowboys and trouble, they go hand in hand
Yeah, I've searched for salvation
In a bottle of Jack, it ain't there
And I've prayed to the Father, the Son and the Ghost
Raised hell down in Austin
Got born again out on the coast, out on the coast

Still chasing that sweet, sweet gold
She's got a grip on my soul
Yeah, with that precious glow
She's a treasure to behold, California gold
She is gold

Oh, America
Won't you take good care of her

I'm still chasing that sweet, sweet gold
She's got a grip on my soul
Yeah, with that precious glow
She's a treasure to behold, California gold
She is gold

She is gold, yeah
Got a grip on my soul
She is, she is gold
She is gold, she is gold
Oh, yeah
She is gold, she is gold