California - Take 1, Solo Acoustic

I'm goin' down south
 'Neath the borderline
 I'm goin' down south
 'Neath the borderline
 Come fat mama
 Kissed my mouth one time
 Well, I knew it this morning
 Without a shadow of doubt
 I knew it this morning
 Without a shadow of doubt
 My suitcase is packed
 My clothes are hangin' out
 San Francisco is fine
 You sure get lots of sun
 San Francisco is fine
 You sure get lots of sun
 But I'm used to four seasons
 California's got but one
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 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