by Woody Guthrie

Lots of folks back East they say, leaving home every day
Beating the hot old dusty way to the California line
Cross the desert sands they roll, getting out of the old dust bowl
Think they're going to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now 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 get back to beautiful Texas, 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 a house or a farm, that can't do nobody harm
Or take your vacation by the mountain or sea
Don't swap your old cow for a car, you'd better stay right where you are
Better take this little tip from me:
Cause I look through the want ads every day
And the headlines in the papers always say

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