WITH A PICK AND A SHOVEL, AN AXE AND A GUN
JUST A SWEATING LIKE THE GUILTY IN THE MID-DAY SUN
OUT IN OKLAHOMA WHERE THE HARD WINDS BLOW
WELL I CROSSED THE PEDERNALES AND THE RIO GRANDE
AND WHEN I REACHED THE COLORADO I DRUNK IT DOWN
WELL A STAR IS SHINING BRIGHT
IN THE NIGHT, IN THE CALIFORNIA SKY
DOWN BY THE WATER AND THE SYCAMORE TREES
WHERE A CALIFORNIA GIRL MADE A MAN OUT OF ME