Testo Ukiah

People rushin' everywhere,
if they'd only slow down once,
they might find something there,
green leaves and timber land,
people workin' with their hands,
for sure, a diff'rent way to live.
Gonna keep my cabin at hand,
Retreat and live off the land, all around, Ukiah.
The mountain streams that rush on by,
Show the fish a-jumpin' and reflect the open sky.
The fresh clean smell of the pines,
symbol of unchanging times, all around this sacred land.
Strangely, though, I've found my way,
right here I'm a-gonna stay, in this land, Ukiah, wo.

The fresh clean smell of the pines,
symbol of unchanging times,
all around this sacred land.
Strangely, though, I've found my way,
right here I'm a-gonna stay, in this land, Ukiah, wo.

Ooh, Ukiah, ooh, Ukiah, Ooh, Ukiah, ooh, Ukiah...