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Oh, California

I sailed from Salem City with my wash-bowl on my knee,
I’m goin’ to Cal-i-for-ni-a, the gold dust for to see.
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I froze to death, oh brothers don’t you cry!

Chorus
Oh, California, that’s the land for me!
I’m goin’ to San Francisco with my wash-bowl on my knee.

I soon shall be in Frisco, and there I’ll look around,
And when I find the gold lumps there I’ll pick them off the ground.
I’ll scrape the mountains clean, my boys, I’ll drain the rivers dry,
A pocketfut of rocks bring home, oh brothers don’t you cry!

Chorus
Oh, California, that’s the land for me!
I’m goin’ to San Francisco with my wash-bowl on my knee.

I’ll take my wash-bowl in my hand an thither wind my way,
To wash the gold from out the sand in Cal-i-for-ni-a.
And when I get my pocket full in that bright land of gold,
I’ll have a rich and happy time, liver merry till I’m old.

Chorus
Oh, California, that’s the land for me!
I’m goin’ to San Francisco with my wash-bowl on my knee.

September 21, 2013 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment


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