Had a 49 Merc that I chopped myself, a chip on my shoulder and a story to tell
I was three years clean and I just woke up, so I sold all my * and packed up the truck
Had a handful of luck, a fist full of dimes, a slouch in my stance, so I made up my mind
I'm changing my gears, I'm changing the times, still chased by the devil that I'm leaving behind
And so I'm driving to California
I'm driving to California
I'm driving to California
Got a full tank of gas
And I lighten the load, shine the white walls up
Then I hit the road, T-Roy shotgun, I'm behind the wheel
All my boys got my back from the city of steel
And when I pull fifth gear, man, she's like a weapon doing 95
On a stairway to heaven, got my ears on bright
So we can avoid the lights, mic check, one, two, everything's alright
And so I'm driving to California
I'm driving to California
I'm driving to California
I'm driving to California
I wanna know what it feels like
It feels like living free
Somewhere to roam
Somewhere to roam
Where the sun shines
Shines right down on me
Oh
Where the sun shines
You shine right down on me
You shine right down on me


You shine right down on me
Oh
You shine right down on me

Driving to California
Get the sunshine down and it's always around, say
I'm driving to California
I'll ride buddies up and down the west coast
Driving to California
Get the sunshine down and it's always around, say
I'm driving to California