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Guitar, harmonica, vocals, and not much else. Folk, mainly.
Just me, mainly, playing guitar and harmonica and singing. Fairly folkish, and if you were naive, you might call it emo.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #722
Peak in subgenre #64
Author
James A. Larson
Rights
James A. Larson, 2005
Uploaded
December 14, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 8.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I've been driven from my home
Gettin' out of Oklahome
California's where I'm goin'
Got no more sins to atone
Gotta leave this bowl of bones
I know I ain't gonna find no throne
But California's where I'm goin'
It ain't gonna rain, folks; it ain't gonna rain, pal, you don't hafta take me for my word
I just left my family
I'm gonna be an Okie
You won't find no remorse in me
I'm goin' where it's wild and free
There's not a man here doesn't see
That it would be idiocy
To stay right here, to wait and see
To hope this wasn't meant to be
I may not have the Do-Re-Mi
But I'm a'goin' to Californee
It ain't gonna rain, bud; it ain't gonna rain, friend, you don't gotsa take me for my word
I got nothin' save my shoes
I got nothin' left to lose
They may bend me, they may briuse me
But I see straight throught the ruse
An' I won't ever need your booze
Because I'll always have the blues
And there's no way I could ever, ever lose
It ain't gonna rain, boys; it ain't gonna rain, boys, you don't have to take me for my word
I'm gonna leave this pit o' sand
T'find my way to another land
This landscape's lookin' much too bland
Californ, won't that be grand?
Take a look at your peppered rolls
Looks like you just ate spent coals
This place is nothing but a dusty hole
It ain't gonna rain, babe; it ain't gonna rain, babe, you don't gotta take me for my word
Dust is flyin' everywhere
It may not last, but I don't care
The smell of death is in the air
But it won't catch me unawares
No use in worryin' your little head
As you brush the dust off of your bed
Say your prayers an' break your bread
An'thank the Lord you're barely fed
Then you'll remember what I said
It ain't gonna rain, kid; it ain't gonna rain, gal, you don't gotta take me for my word
Gonna find another life
Left my kids an' left my wife
Brought my guitar, brought my knife
Jus' tryin' to escape the strife
Don't got no car, don't got no gun
I got my feet and I gotta run
This ol' guitar must weigh a ton!
I'm off to go tell everyone
There's nothing new under the sun
Except the new we make ourselves
The new you cannot buy, nor sell
With all this dust it's hard to tell
If this road is headed well
Maybe to Heaven, maybe to Hell
It ain't gonna rain, folks; it ain't gonna rain, folks, you don't hafta take me for my word
I'm gettin' out, I'm on a roll
Gotta get outta this ol' dustbowl
Don't know what life's got in store
Maybe jail, maybe parole
However life may take its toll
I hope I can say when I get old
I never killed an' I never stole
I pulled my weight and earned my gold
Was just as smart as I was bold
Always hot and never cold
Trusty feet and a heavy load
Though right may call and left may goad
I only go straight down the road
And I'm always getting closer to the goal
It ain't gonna rain, ma; it ain't gonna rain, pa, you're gonna hafta take me for my word
It ain't gonna rain, ma; it ain't gonna rain, pa, you're gonna hafta take me for my word
you're gonna hafta take me for my word
