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Lots of folks back East, they say, is 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, They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find Now, the police at the port of entry say, "You're number fourteen thousand for today." Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi, Why, 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 it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi. You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal 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: If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi, Why, 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 it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi. |
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Yonder comes Miss Rosie. How in the world do you know?
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore. Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand, Well, I'm callin' that Captain, "Turn a-loose my man." Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. When you gets up in the morning, when that big bell ring. You go marching to the table, you meet the same old thing. Knife and fork are on the table, ain't nothing in my pan. And if you say a thing about it, you have a trouble with the man. Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. If you ever go to Houston, boy, you better walk right, And you better not squabble and you better not fight. Benson Crocker will arrest you, Jimmy Boone will take you down. You can bet your bottom dollar that you're Sugarland bound. Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. Well, jumping Little Judy, she was a mighty fine girl. She brought jumping to this whole round world. Well, she brought it in the morning just a while before day. Well, she brought me the news that my wife was dead. That started me to grieving, whooping, hollering, and crying. And I began to worry about my very long time. Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me. Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me. |
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Walked up Ellum and I come down Main
Tryin' to bum a nickle, just to buy cocaine Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me Went to Mr. Lehman's on a lope Sign in the window said: 'No more coke'. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me Goin' up State Street, comin' down Main Lookin' for the woman that uses cocaine. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me I'se got a nickle, you'se got a dime... You buy the coke and I'll buy the wine. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice Takes a brown-skinned woman, for my particular use. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me Cocaine's for horses and not for men Doctors sat t'will kill you but they don't say when. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. Take a whiff on me, take a whiff on me And everybody, take a whiff on me Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me Whiff-a-ree and whiff-a-rye Gonna keep on a whiffin' boys, 'till I die. Ho, ho, honey take a whiff on me. |
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