| I’m goin' to california, where they sleep out every night, yeah.
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| I’m goin' to california, where they sleep out every night, yeah.
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| I’m leavin' you, mama, 'cause you know you don’t treat me right.
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| Let me tell you somethin', mama that you don’t know,
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| Let me tell you somethin', good gal that you don’t know,
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| Yeah, I’m a do-right papa, and got a home everywhere I go.
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| I got the california blues, and I’m sure gonna leave here, lord, lord.
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| I got the california blues, and I’m sure gonna leave you here,
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| I may rob you blind, I ain’t got not railroad fare.
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| Come on in here.
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| Listen to me, mama, while I sing this song, lord.
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| Listen to your daddy sing you this lonesome song.
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| You got me worried now, but I won’t be worried long.
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| I got the california blues, and I’m sure gonna leave here, hey, hey, hey.
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| I got the california blues, and I’m sure gonna leave you here,
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| I may rob you blind, I ain’t got not railroad fare.
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| Honey, get over here. |