Well, I used to be contended with my gal back home
In the heart of Texas with my horse and gun
I got to California with the lonesome blues
And wanted to have some fun
Well, I got me a gal
And she said she was my pal
And I really thought she was okay
She spent all my money, brother
Then she left me for another
And I really learned a lot that day
About the California women
You can't trust them
Those California women
Can't you adjust them
To be like your gal back home
They're lying, call you honey
Squander all your money
Lord, Lord, that's wrong
Well, I met another in a cabaret
And she said she'd love me till my dying day
I saw her with some sailor
She must a had to plead
There wasn't much that I could say
So I took a look around
And right away I found
Another with the same old line
Now listen to me, son
Don't you trust a single one
Cause they trifle on you everytime
Those California women
You can't trust them
Those California women
Can't you adjust them
To be like your gal back home
They're lying, call you honey
Squander all your money
Lord, Lord, that's wrong