In spring of eighteen forty-one, across our nation’s plains A party headed westward with a lot more nerve than brains, They’d heard of California with its wonders on display They knew everything about it, but they didn’t know the way.   It lay somewhere to …

Cockeyed Charlie was a legend in those California hills And everybody heard about his stagecoach-driving skills, They knew he cussed and chewed and he was ugly to the bone But most folks said his driving was the best they’d ever known.   That California go …