Well I came up here to Calaveras County Lookin' for a place to call home All those ghosts where I'd been, they finally found me And I been out here wanderin' alone There's a quiet in the air, there's a breeze off of the mountains And there's room for a man to be his own Ain't no strangers here in Calaveras County At least not any that I've ever known That trip up from Ft. Worth, it was covered in dust And I almost broke down in Bakesfield But a man in a multi-colored Gave me a hand, showed me what was real There's a quiet in the air, there's a breeze off of the mountains And there's room for a man to be his own Ain't no strangers here in Calaveras County At least not any that I've ever known Well there's gold in these hills And after all these years they still pull it out of the ground It's easy to hide in Calaveras County Hide until you're ready to be found There's a quiet in the air, there's a breeze off of the mountains And there's room for a man to be his own Ain't no strangers here in Calaveras County At least not any that I've ever known There's a quiet in the air, there's a breeze off of the mountains And there's room for a man to be his own Ain't no strangers here in Calaveras County At least not any that I've ever known Ain't no strangers here in Calaveras County At least not any that I've ever known