| Well, I left my home and my one true love
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| East of the Ohio River
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| My father said we’d never wed
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| For I had me no gold nor silver
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| But my darling dear, please shed no tears
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| But I think that it’s fair to warn you
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| That I return to claim your hand
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| As the King of California
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| Over deserts hot and mountains cold
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| I traveled the Indian country
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| Whispering your name under lonesome skies
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| Remembering my only company
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| But my darling dear, please have no fear
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| For I think that it’s fair to warn you
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| That I return to claim your hand
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| As the King of California
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| I went up from Sacramento town
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| To the Sierra gold fields
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| And I worked my stake on a riverbank
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| Dreaming just how a rich man feels
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| Now my darling dear, listen here
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| For I think that it’s fair to warn you
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| That I return to claim your hand
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| As the King of California
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| Now, the dead man’s lying at my feet
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| Who tried to steal my earnings
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| Yet, I still recall your tender kiss
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| Though this bullet in my chest is burning
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| But my darling dear, please have no fear
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| For I think that it’s fair to warn you
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| That I return to claim your hand
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| As the King of California
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| That I return to claim your hand
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| As the King of California |