I belong to California. From the outside hills in the south land. I would drive north to San Francisco... I belong to California. To the Pacific breath where we might find home. When I'm old I will gift away all I've owned. California I leave you my dust And Dry Bones. This border's got a hold on me. Try to leave you'll end up back here Everytime. I've been thinkin' bout Victoria Just like me She tried to leave And she's come back. They always do. They always do. When I'm old I will gift away all I've Owned. California I leave you my dust And Dry Bones. When I'm old I will gift away all I've Owned. California I leave you my dust And dry bones. I leave you my dust And dry Bones. I leave you my dust And dry Bones. I leave you my dust And bones.