Banks of the Sacramento Songtext

von Salty Dick

As I was walking down the strand,
Hoo dah, hoo dah.
I spied two bitches hand in hand.
Oh, hoo dah day.

Blow, boys, blow, for Californi-o.
There's plenty of grass to wipe your ass
On the banks of the Sacramento.

I chose the one with the curly locks;
Hoo dah, hoo dah.
She's the bugger that gave me the pox.
Oh, hoo dah day.

Blow, boys, blow, for Californi-o.
There's plenty of grass to wipe your ass
On the banks of the Sacramento.

So off to the doctor I did go
Hoo dah, hoo dah.
Prick and balls I had to show.
Oh, hoo dah day.

Blow, boys, blow, for Californi-o.
There's plenty of grass to wipe your ass
On the banks of the Sacramento.

In come the doctor with a bloody big lance
Hoo dah, hoo dah.
Said, "Now, young sailor, I'll make ye dance."
Oh, hoo dah day.

Blow, boys, blow, for Californi-o.
There's plenty of grass to wipe your ass
On the banks of the Sacramento.

In come the nurse with a mustard poultice
Hoo dah, hoo dah.
She jammed it on, but I took no notice.
Oh, hoo dah day.

Blow, boys, blow, for Californi-o.
There's plenty of grass to wipe your ass
On the banks of the Sacramento.

Now I'm well and free from pain
Hoo dah, hoo dah.
If I meet that whore I'll fuck her again.
Oh, hoo dah day.

Blow, boys, blow, for Californi-o.
There's plenty of grass to wipe your ass
On the banks of the Sacramento.