From mountains high
To valleys low
They speak the name
Of Jaimie-O
Who with his Pa
Was searchin’ for
The gold in old California

By riverboat
And wagon train
Old Doc McPheeters
Crossed the plains
And told his son
Keep movin’ on
There’s gold in old California

Go westward ho
Young Jaimie-O
And you’ll find
Fortune and fame

And to this day
When tales are told
Of pioneers, a thousand fold
McPheeter’s name
Stills shines like gold
From Maine to old California

Go westward ho
Young Jaimie-O
And you’ll find
Fortune and fame

And to this day
When tales are told
Of pioneers, a thousand fold
McPheeter’s name
Stills shines like gold
From Maine to old California

From Maine to old California