Folks like me, they?re always moving
It seems to be the only way to stay
There ain?t nothin too strange or too confusing
It?s better to change a little everyday
Some folks travel, some folks settle
Some folks own and some folks rent
Some folks marry, some just stay single
Everybody wonders where the money went
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I don?t wanna to live like a big shot rich man
I don?t wanna to live like a branded slave
I just want to give some land to my children
So they won?t have to buy my grave
I want to go back to California
I want to be in that state once more
When the floods come in and the quakes are over
I hope I'm not sittin? on the ocean floor
Gonna be with my friends back in Oklahoma
Gonna settle down on a piece of ground
I?ll have 100 wives and a mess of puppies
I could live my life, like a natural hound
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Gonna roll me a reefer, seven foot long
Smoke that reefer, I got turned on
I hocked a tape deck made in Hong Kong
I bought some more reefer, now my money?s gone
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