Written by Rick And Steve -
APR-1978 (3:34)
Recorded Solo 04-30-78
Steve Tuning Robs Guitar - Mar 78
He came to california to see his wealth and gold He listened to the indians Heard the story told They spoke about the mountains The yellow rock they hold The kind of thing that makes a white man smile
Hed dream hed make his fortune Then gamble it away In water front casinos on San Francisco bay He learned to live at night time and sleep it off by day Then go back to the mountains for a while
CHORUS (His/Their) life was full of promises (His/Their) life was full of plans To try to find a peace of mind and hold it in (his/their) hands He learned to make his living from a tin pan and a stream But (he/they) had no time for giving in (his/their) California dream
(Instrumental)
It was just another evening on San Francisco bay He found a new casino where he could come and play There he saw a vision that took his breath away The kind of girl he thought could make him smile
So when they met each other They both became aware Of a kind of California dream Both of them could share She told him of her past life He said he didnt care And they went back to the mountains for a while
