I woke up in the morning
To sunlight shining through my window
I heard the call
It hurts my head
I've gotta make a living before I'm dead
Pack my bags
Grab my boots
Out the door into the unknown
Don't know where I'll lay my head
Don't know when I'll break my bread
But Lord I feel just like a Goldmine
California here I come
I'm gonna make you mine before I'm done