It's been fifteen years now since the wine took hold of me And the call of the wild it came so strong I just had to be free Now I'm so tired of railroad tracks hobo camps and streams And I wanna go back to my California dreams It's seems like only yesterday I had such big plans California sunshine Hollywood and girls money in both hands But sittin' here in the cold night air I hear that lonesome whistle scream I'll never get back to my California dreams That ol' midnight train is a-flyin' low headin' for New Orleans It's so cold standin' here I know what that means Tomorrow I'll be in Dixie where the soft warm winds blow Cause a hobo just don't care which way that ol' train goes Cause one of these days I'll get to LA when I do boys watch my steam Oh I gotta get back to my California dreams Oh California here I come