“California”

Bob Dylan

 

 

I’m going down south

Beneath the borderline

I’m going down south

Beneath the borderline

Come fast mama

Kiss my mouth one time

 

Well I knew it this morning

Without a shadow of doubt

I knew it this morning

Without a shadow of doubt

My suitcase was packed

My clothes were hanging out

 

San Francisco is fine

You sure get lots of sun

San Francisco is fine

You sure get lots of sun

But I’m used to four seasons

California’s got but one

 

HARMONICA SOLO

 

Well I got my dark sunglasses

I got for good luck my black tooth

I got my dark sunglasses

And for good luck I got my black tooth

Don’t ask me nothin’ about nothin’

I just might tell you the truth

 

HARMONICA SOLO

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