Folks like me, theyÂ're always moving It seems to be the only way to stay There ainÂ't nothin too strange or too confusing ItÂ's better to change a little everyday Some folks travel, some folks settle Some folks own and some folks rent Some folks marry, some just stay single Everybody wonders where the money went Chorus: I donÂ't wanna to live like a big shot rich man I donÂ't wanna to live like a branded slave I just want to give some land to my children So they wonÂ't have to buy my grave I want to go back to California I want to be in that state once more When the floods come in and the quakes are over I hope I'm not sittinÂ' on the ocean floor Gonna be with my friends back in Oklahoma Gonna settle down on a piece of ground IÂ'll have 100 wives and a mess of puppies I could live my life, like a natural hound Chorus Gonna roll me a reefer, seven foot long Smoke that reefer, I got turned on I hocked a tape deck made in Hong Kong I bought some more reefer, now my moneyÂ's gone Chorus