Folks like me, theyÂ're always moving

It seems to be the only way to stay

There ainÂ't nothin too strange or too confusing

ItÂ's better to change a little everyday

Some folks travel, some folks settle

Some folks own and some folks rent

Some folks marry, some just stay single

Everybody wonders where the money went

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I donÂ't wanna to live like a big shot rich man

I donÂ't wanna to live like a branded slave

I just want to give some land to my children

So they wonÂ'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 sittinÂ' on the ocean floor

Gonna be with my friends back in Oklahoma

Gonna settle down on a piece of ground

IÂ'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 moneyÂ's gone

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