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California, I Come
written by Meyer, Al Jolson and Buddy G. De Sylva
jack was sittin poker with bullets backed with bitches
neal hunched at the wheel puttin in stiches
braggin bout nurse he screwed while drivin through nebraska
and when she came she honked the horn and neal barely missed a
truck and then he asked her if she'd like to like that to californy
see a red head in a uniform will get you horny
with her hairnet and those white shoes and a tag and a hat
she drove like granatelli and knew how to fix a flat
and jack was almost at the bottom of his md neal was yellin
out the window tryin to buy bennies from a lincoln
full of mexicans left rear tire blowed and the sonsobitches
prit near ran off the road

the nurse had spilled the manoshevitz all up and down her dress
then she lit the map on fire just had to guess
should we try and find a bootleg route or a fillin open
the was dumpin out her purse lookin for an envelope and
jack was out of cigarettes we crossed the yellow
the gas looked like tombstones from here
felt lonelier a parking lot when the last car pulls away
and the dressed the double breasted foothills
in the weaving outa negligee and a black brassiere
the mercury was hot and almost out of gas
just then florence nightingale her drawers and
stuck her fat ass way out of the window with a
pickett tune
and shouted get a load of this and gave the to the moon

countin one eyed jacks and whistling in the car
neal was doin least a when we saw a fallin star
florence wished that neal would hold her stead of
his cigar was noddin out and dreamin he was in a bar
with charlie parker on the not a worry in the world
and a glass of in one hand and his arm around a girl
and neal was singin to the
underneath a moon
and somehow you could tell we'd be in california soon