Now it's been, oh   So long since I have   Walked these streets   I can hardly believe that   These old stones   Can still hold me, gone   Back to see the little city      Two nights out   Rabble-rousing, and   Wrestling along the city wall   Where seems to be   Still something to sing   Well, something left in California      Oh, and we'll walk through the city   And   Follow all the roads as they wind   Try to breathe in all of the sights, because   This may be the last time      And oh, true life is   Rarely so sweet   As in songs and memories, and   Sequels will   Rarely complete the smallest songs   For little cities      But home is a soup that's been warmin'   And barely leave the back door wide open And   Man, it makes me wonder how it's going back   Home in California      'Cause bless my soul, I've   Never been so cold   In my teeth, my knees, and my nose   My ears   Hear only the long train moaning   Like a ghost that's calling for me      Still, I will   Holler all the way home   Holler all the way home   Take that last long lonesome road   Back to California