Trudgin’ through the dry dust
Nibblin’ on a rye crust
Suckin’ water out of a dirty ol’ rag
Feelin’ like I’m half dead,
Achin’ for some fresh bread
Got my whole life in an old brown bag.
But Californ’s gonna put things right
Yes, Californ’ is just in sight
Californ’s my final plea
It’s Californ’ for you and me.
Sleepin’ under starlight
Bakin’ in the sunlight
Got my shoes glued to the soles of my feet
Hitchin’ rides in old trucks
Cursin’ all my bad luck
Haven’t made more than a nibble to eat
But Californ’s gonna put things right
Yes, Californ’ is just in sight
Californ’s my final plea
It’s Californ’ for you and me.
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