E Folks like me, they're always moving B7 E It seems to be the only way to stay E There ain't nothin too strange or too confusing B7 E It's better to change a little everyday E Some folks travel, some folks settle B7 E Some folks own and some folks rent E Some folks marry, some just stay single B7 E Everybody wonders where the money went
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E I don't wanna to live like a big shot rich man B7 E I don't wanna to live like a branded slave E I just want to give some land to my children B7 E 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 Chorus 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 Chorus Chorus
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