Oh California chords by The Longest Johns

Intro:

F       F
Oh, California
C                   G
That's the land for me
        C              C
Now I'm off to San Francisco
       C        G     C
With a washbowl on my knee


Verse 1:
  C               C           C              G
I come from Salem City with a washbowl on my knee
    C        C               C         G      C
I'm going to California, the gold dust for to see
   C                    C               C              G
It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
    C            C                  C        G         C
The sun so hot I froze to death, oh brother, don't you cry (Hey!)

Chorus:
F       F
Oh, California
C                   G
That's the land for me
        C              C
Now I'm off to San Francisco
       C        G     C
With a washbowl on my knee


Verse 2:
  C                 C                 C                G
I jumped aboard the largest ship that travelled on the sea
    C            C                 C         G      C
And every time I thought of home I wished it wasn't me
    C                  C              C             G
The vessel reared like any horse that had of oats a wealth
  C                 C             C           G       C
I found it wouldn't throw me so I thought I'd throw myself (Hey!)


Chorus:
F       F
Oh, California
C                   G
That's the land for me
        C              C
Now I'm off to San Francisco
       C        G     C
With a washbowl on my knee


Verse 3:
  C                  C                    C            G
I thought of all the pleasant timеs we've had together here
  C                  C             C        G      C
I thought I ought to cry a bit but couldn't shed a tear
    C                 C                C               G
The pilot's bread was in my mouth, the gold dust in my eye
    C                C              C        G         C
And though I'm going far away, dear brother, don't you cry (Hey!)


Chorus:
F       F
Oh, California
C                   G
That's the land for me
        C              C
Now I'm off to San Francisco
       C        G     C
With a washbowl on my knee


Verse 4:
    C             C                  C            G
And when I get to Frisco, boys, I'll take a look around
    C              C                      C         G       C
And when I see the gold lumps there, I'll pick them off the ground
     C                    C                    C                G
I'll scrape the mountains clean, me boys, I'll drain the rivers dry
  C              C                    C         G         C
A pocket full of rocks bring home, so brothers, don't you cry (Hey!)


Chorus:
F       F
Oh, California
C                   G
That's the land for me
        C              C
Now I'm off to San Francisco
       C        G     C
With a washbowl on my knee
F       F
Oh, California
C                   G
That's the land for me
        C              C
Now I'm off to San Francisco
       C        G     C
With a washbowl on my knee