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Bob Dylan( Robert Allen Zimmerman )
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California Blues
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. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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