| Lots of folks back east they say
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| «Hello» every day
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| Hitting the hard old dusty way to the California line
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| Across that desert sand they go
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| They’re getting out of the old dust bowl
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| They think they’re going to a sugar bowl
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| But here is what they find
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| Oh the police at the port of entry say
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| «You're number fourteen thousand for today»
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| And, well if you ain’t got the do re mi, boy
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| If you ain’t got the do re mi
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| Better go on back to beautiful Texas
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| Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
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| California is the garden of eden
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| A paradise to live in or see
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| But believe it or not
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| You won’t find it so hot
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| If you ain’t got the do re mi
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| If you want a house or farm
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| That won’t do nobody harm
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| Take your vacation by the mountains or the sea
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| Don’t swap that old cow for a car
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| Better stay right where you are
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| You had better take this tip from me
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| Cause I read it in the want ads every day
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| And the headlines on the papers always say
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| If you ain’t got the do re mi, boy
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| If you ain’t got the do re mi
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| Better go on 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
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| You won’t find it so hot
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| If you ain’t got the do re mi |