Do Re Mi

Well thousands of folks back east, they say
Are leaving home most every day;
And they're beating the hot, old, dusty way to the California line
Across the desert sands they roll
A-getting' out of that old Dust Bowl
And they think they're going to a sugar bowl
And here is what they find
The police at the port of entry say
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."

Chorus
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys
If you ain't got the do-re-mi
Well, you'd better go back to beatiful Texas
Oklahoma, Georgia, Kansas, Tennessee
California is a Garden of Eden
It's a paradise to live in or see
But, believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do-re-mi

Well, if you want to buy you a home or farm
That deal nobody harm;
Or take your vacations by the mountains or the sea
Don't swap your old cow for a car
You'd better stay right where you are
Well, you'd better take this little tip from me
Because I look through the want ads every day
And the headlines on the paper always say:

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