California

It’s skin and bones but it kicks like a mule and
It’ll carry my pack my rifle my boots
Left on my dime my senses behind
Digging for dreams in Jackson mine

It’s the Central Pacific 508
And it’ll take me due west to San Jose
Over Chinese bones John Henry’s steel
An open door and a turn of the wheel

It’s got a shake and a rattle but it’s still gonna roll
And half a tank will get me to Sacramento
From there it’s all downhill until I hit the sea
The Hollywood hills the silver screen

I’ve got a voice and I know it ain’t mine
I’ve got a roving eye and a distracted mind
I’m a leaky boat a plane without wings
I’m not doing too bad with just paper and string