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