Bob Dylan - "California" lyrics

by Bob Dylan
'Neath the borderline.

I'm goin' down south,
I'm goin' down south,
Some fat momma
Kissed my mouth one time.
'Neath the borderline.

Well, I needed it this morning
San Francisco's fine,
Without a shadow of doubt.
My suitcase is packed,
My clothes are hangin' out.

You sure get lots of sun.
San Francisco is fine.
You sure get lots of sun.
But I'm used to four seasons,
California's got but one.

I got my dark sunglasses,
I got for good luck my black tooth.
Well, I got my dark sunglasses,
Don't ask me nothin' about nothin',
I just might tell you the truthAnd for good luck I got my black tooth.