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Lots of folks back East, they say |
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Is leavin' home every day |
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Beatin' the hot old dusty way |
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To the California line |
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'Cross the desert sands they roll |
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Gettin' out of that old dust bowl |
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They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl |
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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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Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks |
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You ain't got the do re mi |
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Why you better go back to beautiful Texas |
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Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee |
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California is a garden of Eden |
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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 |
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That can't deal nobody harm |
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Or take your vacation |
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By the mountains or sea |
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Don't swap your old cow for a car |
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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 |
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You ain't got the do re mi |
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Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas |
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Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee |
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California is a garden of Eden |
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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 |