I Come From Salem City |
I came from Salem City, With my 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, brothers, don't you cry! Chorus: Oh, California, That's the land for me! I'm bound for San Francisco With my washbowl on my knee!
2. I jumped aboard the 'Liza ship |
3. I thought of all the pleasant time We've had together here, I thought I ought to cry a bit, But couldn't find a tear. The pilot bread was in my mouth, The gold dust in my eye, And though I'm going far away, Dear brothers, don't you cry! Chorus:
4. I soon shall be in 'Frisco, |