Alan Lomax - Do-Re-Mi Lyrics

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Do-Re-Mi

Do-Re-Mi Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Do-Re-Mi By Alan Lomax?
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line 'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find Now, the police at the port of entry say "You're number fourteen thousand for today" Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are You better take this little tip from me 'Cause I look through the want ads every day But the headlines on the papers always say If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi |
Who Wrote Do-Re-Mi By Alan Lomax?
Woody Guthrie
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What's The Duration Of The Do-Re-Mi By Alan Lomax?The duration of Do-Re-Mi is 3:04 minutes and seconds. |
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