BANKS OF THE SACRAMENTO

Banks of the Sacramento

GITARREN-AKKORDE
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Banks of the Sacramento

In the Black Ball Lines I served my time,
To me hoodah, to me hoodah!
In a full rigged ship and in her prime,
to me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, C7 blow, For Californi- o!
For there’s plenty of gold,
So I’ve been told,
On the banks of Sacrament- o!

Banks of the Sacramento

1. In the Black Ball Lines I served my time,
To me hoodah, to me hoodah!
In a full rigged ship and in her prime,
to me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, For Californio!
For there’s plenty of gold,
So I’ve been told,
On the banks of Sacramento!

2. Oh we were the boys to make her go,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Around Cap Horne in the frost and snow,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, For Californio!
For there’s plenty of gold,
So I’ve been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento!

3. Around Cap Horn in seventy days,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Around Cap Horn is a mighty long ways,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, For Californio!
For there’s plenty of gold,
So I’ve been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento!

4. When we was tracking around Cap Horn,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
I often wished I’d never been born,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, For Californio!
For there’s plenty of gold,
So I’ve been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento!

5. Oh, the mate he whacked me
around and around,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
And I wished I was home
all safe and sound,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, For Californio!
For there’s plenty of gold,
So I’ve been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento!

6. To the Sacramento we are bound away,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
To the Sacramento it’s a hell of a way,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, For Californio!
For there’s plenty of gold,
So I’ve been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento!

7. Oh, when we got the the Frisco docks,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
The girls were all
in their Sunday frocks,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, For Californio!
For there’s plenty of gold,
So I’ve been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento!

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