| There’s something about the weather that everybody loves
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| They call it the Indian spring of Sacramento
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| And when the sun is up in the sky
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| The wind is blowing by the riverside, most every day
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| You’re in Sacramento, a wonderful town
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| Sing, sing, sing, din-di-din
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| There’s something about the people that everybody knows
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| That gives you a tender feeling of confusion
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| You’re feeling lonely but you don’t know
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| Until this other feeling here inside you starts to grow
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| You’re in Sacramento, a wonderful town
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| Sing, sing, sing, din-di-din
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| Now that spring is near again
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| And you’re thinking if only you were not so lonely, boo-hoo
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| But you can ease your restless mind
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| (Ease your restless mind)
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| 'Cos all the people are lovin' kind in Sacramento
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| There’s something about the weather that everybody loves
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| They call it the Indian spring of Sacramento
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| You’re feeling lonely but you don’t know
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| Until this other feeling here inside you starts to grow
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| You’re in Sacramento — a wonderful town
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| Sing, sing, sing, din-di-din
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| Sacramento, Sacramento
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| Sacramento, Sacramento
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| Sacramento, Sacramento
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| Sacramento, Sacramento
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| Sacramento, Sacramento
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| Sacramento, Sacramento
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| Sacramento, Sacramento |