| There was a California earthquake, in the year of '83
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| It shook the living daylights out of the Owens County Seat
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| Not a building was still standing when the dust had cleared away
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| And there was a rumble in the distance all the way to San Andrea
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| Sherman Buck was driving his old mule into town
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| When a big one came and shook so hard, that it knocked him to the ground
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| Lord there opened up a hole so big, he thought his time was up
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| And it swallowed up that poor old mule and it just missed Sherman Buck
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| California earthquake you just don’t know what you’ve done
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| We may fall off in the ocean, but you’ll never make us run
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| You’re a partner to the devil, but we ain’t afraid of him
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| We’ll build ourselves another town so you can tear it down again
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| Then came the quake of '99 that levelled Mission Creek
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| The earth was like an ocean churning, with waves of twenty feet
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| Lord it sounded like a thousand trains were screaming underground
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| All the way to San Joachim they heard that mournful sound
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| Then came one day the holocaust on San Franciso Bay
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| Miles of walls came down like old Jericho that day
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| Might near everything the earthquake missed, a holy fire consumed
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| And left 'em smoke and the ashes of the dreams that can’t be ruined
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| Build ourselves another town so you can tear it down again |