Текст песни California

by Bob Dylan

I'm goin' down south,

'Neath the borderline.

I'm goin' down south,

'Neath the borderline.

Some fat momma

Kissed my mouth one time.

Well, I needed it this morning

Without a shadow of doubt.

My suitcase is packed,

My clothes are hangin' out.

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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.

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.