Sacramento Songtext
von The Dreadnoughts
Sacramento Songtext
Around Cape Horn we are bound to go (to me roo-dah, roo-dah)
Around Cape Horn through the sleet and snow (to me roo-dah, roo-dah-day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There′s plenty of gold, so I've been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
Oh, around Cape Horn in the month o′ May (to me roo-dah, roo-dah)
Oh, around Cape Horn is a very long way (to me roo-dah, roo-dah-day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There's plenty of gold, so I've been told
On the banks of Sacramento
Them Spanish girls ain′t got no combs (to me roo-dah, roo-dah)
They comb their locks with tunny-fish bones (to me roo-dah, roo-dah-day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There′s plenty of gold, so I've been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
We′re the bullies for to kick her through (to me roo-dah, roo-dah)
Roll down the hill with a hullabaloo (to me roo-dah, roo-dah-day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There's plenty of gold, so I′ve been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
We'll crack it on on a big skiyoot (to me roo-dah, roo-dah)
Ol′ Bully Jim is a bloody big brute (to me roo-dah, roo-dah-day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There's plenty of gold, so I've been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
When we gets up to ′Frisco town (to me roo-dah, roo-dah)
I′ll stand you's whiskey′s all around (to me roo-dah, roo-dah, day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There's plenty of gold so I′ve been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There's plenty of gold so I′ve been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
Around Cape Horn through the sleet and snow (to me roo-dah, roo-dah-day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There′s plenty of gold, so I've been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
Oh, around Cape Horn in the month o′ May (to me roo-dah, roo-dah)
Oh, around Cape Horn is a very long way (to me roo-dah, roo-dah-day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There's plenty of gold, so I've been told
On the banks of Sacramento
Them Spanish girls ain′t got no combs (to me roo-dah, roo-dah)
They comb their locks with tunny-fish bones (to me roo-dah, roo-dah-day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There′s plenty of gold, so I've been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
We′re the bullies for to kick her through (to me roo-dah, roo-dah)
Roll down the hill with a hullabaloo (to me roo-dah, roo-dah-day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There's plenty of gold, so I′ve been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
We'll crack it on on a big skiyoot (to me roo-dah, roo-dah)
Ol′ Bully Jim is a bloody big brute (to me roo-dah, roo-dah-day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There's plenty of gold, so I've been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
When we gets up to ′Frisco town (to me roo-dah, roo-dah)
I′ll stand you's whiskey′s all around (to me roo-dah, roo-dah, day)
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There's plenty of gold so I′ve been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
Blow, boys, blow for Californ-I-O
There's plenty of gold so I′ve been told
On the banks of the Sacramento
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