There's something about the weather that everybody loves.
They call it the Indian Spring of Sacramento.
And when the sun is up in the sky
The wind is blowing by the riverside 'most ev'ry day.

You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town, sing, sing, sing baby

There's something about the people that everbody knows,
That gives you a tender feeling of confusion.
You're feeling lonely, but you don't know
Until this other feeling here inside you starts to grow.

You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town, sing, sing, sing baby

Now that spring is near again
And you're thinking of only you were not so lonely, hoo, hoo
but you can ease your restless mind
'cause all the people are loving kind in Sacramento

In Sacramento, a wonderful town, sing, sing, sing baby

There's something about the weather that ev'rybody loves,
They call it the Indian Spring of Sacramento.
You're feeling lonely, but you don't know
Until this other feeling here inside you starts to grow.

You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town, sing, sing, sing baby