| I was born in the country, lived in the county
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| Raised on a farm, didn’t do nobody wrong
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| Girlfriend Annabella, she had a lotta fellas
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| You know she could be drunk, then Lord it kept me so disgusted
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| I’m gonna leave, I’m gonna leave
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| I’m going to California, California
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| I moved to Alabama, went to Louisiana
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| Back to Mississippi, Lord I flew on out to Texas
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| Got to leave, oh baby baby got to leave
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| Everybody know, Lord, that I got to go
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| Keep on moving, I keep on moving
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| Now I went on over in Texas, I met a girl named Betsy
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| She was a good old friend, stuck with me to the end
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| I got to leave, oh baby baby
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| Everybody got to go, got to find my love some more
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| I got to leave
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| Keep on searching, trying to find
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| California stays on my mind
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| If I have a good time, I’d better get going
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| If I have a beg for it, keep on going
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| I’m going to California, I’m going to California
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| I’m going to California, I’m going to California
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| I’m packed away, California I plan to stay
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| I hope you receive me well, I got a story that I got to tell
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| You got to be good to me California, I’ll be good to you
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| You got to be good to me California, I’ll be good to you |