Black California

(albüm: Thelma Houston - 1972)

We came from Mississippi
Headed for the city of the Angels
Looking for a taste of the good life
All we wanted was our share
But we found out when we got there

That the sun don't shine
In Black California
Even when it's right there in the sky
And the dreams you bring
To Black California
Got a beautiful place to die

The days kept getting darker
Daddy he went on the unemployment
Brother started talking revolution
Mama prayed with all her might
But still we could not see the light

Cause the sun don't shine
In Black California
Even when it's right there in the sky
And the dreams you bring
To Black California
Got a beautiful place to die

Now we got no place for moving on to
Lord, don't you know?
Now we got no place for moving on to
No, no
Nowhere to go

Now some folks say it's hopeless―
Gotta take another generation―
But I say we got to make it happen
Don't tell me there ain't no way
Gonna live to see the day

When the sun's gonna shine
In Black California
Big and bright
Up there in the blue
And the dreams we bring
To Black California
Gonna blossom and bloom
Gonna have lots of room
To come true

Hey, yeah
Black California

Gonna take my dreams to...
Black California

Gonna seem 'em all come true in...
Black California

Sun's gonna shine in...
Black California

Oh, oh, yeah
Black California

Gonna bring my dreams to...
Black California