Black California - Thelma Houston

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

C: Hey, yeah

R: Black California

C: Gonna take my dreams to…

R: Black California

C: Gonna seem 'em all come true in…

R: Black California

C: Sun’s gonna shine in…

R: Black California

C: Oh, oh, yeah

R: Black California

C: Gonna bring my dreams to…

R: Black California