E 
Folks like me, they're always moving 
            B7                 E 
It seems to be the only way to stay 
                       E 
There ain't nothin too strange or too confusing 
               B7                   E   
It's better to change a little everyday  
           E 
Some folks travel, some folks settle 
           B7                 E 
Some folks own and some folks rent 
           E 
Some folks marry, some just stay single 
          B7                      E 
Everybody wonders where the money went 

                 E 
I don't wanna to live like a big shot rich man 
                 B7                  E 
I don't wanna to live like a branded slave 
               E 
I just want to give some land to my children 
        B7                   E 
So they won't have to buy my grave  
 
 
I want to go back to California 
I want to be in that state once more 
When the floods come in and the quakes are over 
I hope I'm not sittin' on the ocean floor 
Gonna be with my friends back in Oklahoma 
Gonna settle down on a piece of ground 
I'll have 100 wives and a mess of puppies 
I could live my life, like a natural hound 
 
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Gonna roll me a reefer, seven foot long 
Smoke that reefer, I got turned on 
I hocked a tape deck made in Hong Kong 
I bought some more reefer, now my money's gone 
 
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