California lyrics

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.

San Francisco`s 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.

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.
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