Dearest brother,

Tell our mother

I might not return at all.

I’m chasing gold out in California and I

might strike it rich, Lord or I might starve,

But would you give her my regards.

California, your milk and honey I can feel it in my bones.

I can feel it in my bones.

Please take my house and watch over my wife.

Teach my boy to be a good man.

He’ll think me weak for leaving him in his sleep,

but the weight of the color, it lay heavy across my chest

it was more than I could stand.

California, your milk and honey I can feel it in my bones.

I can feel it in my bones Lord.

California, your milk and honey I can feel it in my bones.

Well I’m sorry brother but I could never say it,

because this has been my secret not to tell.

And oh my weakness it made me feel so strong,

It’s broken me down, Lord so I have gone

This is signed your brother,

Paul.

California, your milk and honey I can feel it in my bones.