[00:00.000] 作曲 : Andrew Yates
[00:00.269](Radio noise)
[00:03.086]Oh, California
[00:05.207]That's the land for me
[00:07.410]Now I'm off to San Francisco
[00:09.423]With a washbowl on my knee
[00:11.774]I come from Salem City with a washbowl on my knee
[00:15.919]I'm going to California, the gold dust for to see
[00:19.895]It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
[00:23.848]The sun so hot I froze to death, oh brother, don't you cry
[00:27.989]Oh, California
[00:29.920]That's the land for me
[00:31.830]Now I'm off to San Francisco
[00:33.664]With a washbowl on my knee
[00:35.911]I jumped aboard the largest ship that traveled on the sea
[00:39.762]And every time I thought of home I wished it wasn't me
[00:43.763]The vessel reared like any horse that had of oats a wealth
[00:47.719]I found it wouldn't throw me so I thought I'd throw myself
[00:51.928]Oh, California
[00:53.912]That's the land for me
[00:55.816]Now I'm off to San Francisco
[00:57.643]With a washbowl on my knee
[00:59.875]I thought of all the pleasant times we've had together here
[01:03.820]I thought I ought to cry a bit but couldn't shed a tear
[01:07.890]The pilot's bread was in my mouth, the gold dust in my eye
[01:11.744]And though I'm going far away, dear brother, don't you cry
[01:16.107]Oh, California
[01:17.941]That's the land for me
[01:19.878]Now I'm off to San Francisco
[01:21.483]With a washbowl on my knee
[01:23.761]And when I get to Frisco, boys, I'll take a look around
[01:27.751]And when I see the gold lumps there, I'll pick them off the ground
[01:31.866]I'll scrape the mountains clean, my boys; I'll drain the rivers dry
[01:35.846]A pocket full of rocks bring home, so brothers, don't you cry
[01:40.018]Oh, California
[01:41.955]That's the land for me
[01:43.899]Now I'm off to San Francisco
[01:45.493]With a washbowl on my knee
[01:48.221]Oh, California
[01:50.123]That's the land for me
[01:51.866]Now I'm off to San Francisco
[01:53.522]With a washbowl on my knee

作曲 : Andrew Yates
(Radio noise)
Oh, California
That's the land for me
Now I'm off to San Francisco
With a washbowl on my knee
I come from Salem City with a washbowl on my knee
I'm going to California, the gold dust for to see
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death, oh brother, don't you cry
Oh, California
That's the land for me
Now I'm off to San Francisco
With a washbowl on my knee
I jumped aboard the largest ship that traveled on the sea
And every time I thought of home I wished it wasn't me
The vessel reared like any horse that had of oats a wealth
I found it wouldn't throw me so I thought I'd throw myself
Oh, California
That's the land for me
Now I'm off to San Francisco
With a washbowl on my knee
I thought of all the pleasant times we've had together here
I thought I ought to cry a bit but couldn't shed a tear
The pilot's bread was in my mouth, the gold dust in my eye
And though I'm going far away, dear brother, don't you cry
Oh, California
That's the land for me
Now I'm off to San Francisco
With a washbowl on my knee
And when I get to Frisco, boys, I'll take a look around
And when I see the gold lumps there, I'll pick them off the ground
I'll scrape the mountains clean, my boys; I'll drain the rivers dry
A pocket full of rocks bring home, so brothers, don't you cry
Oh, California
That's the land for me
Now I'm off to San Francisco
With a washbowl on my knee
Oh, California
That's the land for me
Now I'm off to San Francisco
With a washbowl on my knee