Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin` home every day,
Beatin` the hot old dusty way to the California line.
`Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin` out of that old dust bowl,
They think they`re goin` to a sugar bowl, but here`s what they find --
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
"You`re number fourteen thousand for today."
CHORUS:
Oh, if you ain`t got the do re mi, folks, you ain`t got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, 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.
You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can`t deal nobody harm,
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea.
Don`t swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are,
Better take this little tip from me.
`Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say:
If you ain`t got the do re mi, boys, you ain`t got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won`⌦㔲㬴t find it so hot
If you ain`t got the do re mi.