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Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day, |
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Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line. |
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'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl, |
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They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find -- |
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Now, the police at the port of entry say, |
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'You're number fourteen thousand for today.' |
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CHORUS: |
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Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi, |
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Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. |
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California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see; |
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But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot |
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If you ain't got the do re mi. |
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You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm, |
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Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea. |
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Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are, |
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Better take this little tip from me. |
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'Cause I look through the want ads every day |
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But the headlines on the papers always say: |
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If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi, |
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Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. |
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California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see; |
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But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot |
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If you ain't got the do re mi. |