| We came from Mississippi
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| Headed for the city of the Angels
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| Looking for a taste of the good life
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| All we wanted was our share
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| But we found out when we got there
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| That the sun don’t shine
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| In Black California
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| Even when it’s right there in the sky
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| And the dreams you bring
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| To Black California
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| Got a beautiful place to die
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| The days kept getting darker
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| Daddy he went on the unemployment
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| Brother started talking revolution
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| Mama prayed with all her might
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| But still we could not see the light
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| Cause the sun don’t shine
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| In Black California
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| Even when it’s right there in the sky
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| And the dreams you bring
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| To Black California
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| Got a beautiful place to die
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| Now we got no place for moving on to
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| Lord, don’t you know?
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| Now we got no place for moving on to
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| No, no
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| Nowhere to go
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| Now some folks say it’s hopeless―
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| Gotta take another generation―
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| But I say we got to make it happen
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| Don’t tell me there ain’t no way
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| Gonna live to see the day
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| When the sun’s gonna shine
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| In Black California
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| Big and bright
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| Up there in the blue
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| And the dreams we bring
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| To Black California
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| Gonna blossom and bloom
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| Gonna have lots of room
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| To come true
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| C: Hey, yeah
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| R: Black California
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| C: Gonna take my dreams to…
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| R: Black California
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| C: Gonna seem 'em all come true in…
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| R: Black California
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| C: Sun’s gonna shine in…
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| R: Black California
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| C: Oh, oh, yeah
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| R: Black California
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| C: Gonna bring my dreams to…
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| R: Black California |