It's a silver mornin'
People getting' up above the city
Hot sun is-a comin'
And the buck and doe will sleep above the city

California hilltop mornin' in the gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown
California hilltop mornin' in the chaparral above the cinnamon town
High on the hill above the cinnamon town

Oh, you gotta run with your dog and chase a covey of quail
Or hear a motorcycle reachin' on the Beechwood Trail

Burnin' in the sun!
City of the Angels!

Silver mornin'
Smoke hangin' over the city
Hot sun is-a pourin'
Down through the clouds into the city

California hilltop mornin' in the gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown
California hilltop mornin' in the chaparral above the cinnamon town
High on a hill above the cinnamon town

Oh, oh, you gotta run with your dog and chase a covey of quail
Or hear a motorcycle reachin' on the Beechwood Trail

Oh! City of the Angels!

Silver mornin'
Smog hangin' over the city
Hot sun is-a pourin'
Down through the clouds into the city
(Pourin' like a fire through the city)
Down through the clouds into the city
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No...city!...
(Got to feel it, got to breathe it, don't you know it!)
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