2 Lots of folks back East, they say, leavin' home every day,
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line.
'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl
Now, the Think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."

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Oh, if you ain't got the do re me, folks,
You ain't got the do re me,
Well, you better go back to beautiful Texas,
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe me or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re me.


If you want to buy you a home or a farm,
That can't do nobody harm,
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea.
Don't swap your old cow for a car,
You better stay right where you are,
Better take this little tip from me.
'Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say:

Chorus

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