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This is my traveling song
The end of this journey is almost in sight
An island-of-exile coffeehouse is my weary stop tonight
My friends are dying or getting married
It's hard to tell which one is which
And I'll be back home in my own sweet country soon
If I don't drive into a ditch

This is my travelling song
The border guards ask for my produce to take
I tell them I've nothing to declare and my foot lifts off the brake
My heart is crying "Too long you've tarried"
It's hard to slow down for the curve
And I'll be back home etc.
If I don't forget how to swerve

Bridge: I can know in my heart it's a sad cliche
As the wanderlust calls me far away
And I love the good old USA
But it is not my home
To my aching heart a mem'ry reaches
Of her golden hills and endless beaches
And the lesson that it softly teaches
"California is your home.
You've had time enough to roam,
And it's time to come back home