When I was born I was born under a bad Moon light

I have been told that I put up one hell of a fight

I guess that my parents just wanted to be free

Left a note behind saying, “Call him California Me”

Born with a rambling soul and wandering mind

Move from town to town with the money I can find

Sleep each night with my head under a different tree

When people ask my name I just say, “California Me”

Women have come in and out of my life over time

When I leave I always leave them with peace of mind

When they meet someone new they are more free

When asked they always tell them, “California Me”

Will there be anyone around when I take a fall

When life is over I wonder if I will even be missed at all

If anybody comes to my tombstone to look and see

It will only have two words etched, “California Me”