Do Re Mi

Well Dear Friend, today is going to be a good day. Both because it can't possibly be any worse than yesterday, and because I really just deserve it. I feel better at any rate. Mostly because, at least in terms of work, anything the universe throws at me will pale in comparison to yesterdays apocalypse.

I stayed up too late last night watching 'I Shouldn't Be Alive' (Which I just had to watch after I saw South Park's I Should Never Have Gone Ziplining episode.) As a result I am yet again exhausted, but in pretty good spirits.

I've been rocking out to Woodie Guthrie, so sing along with me will you?



Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day,
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line.
'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.

You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm,
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea.
Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are,
Better take this little tip from me.
'Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say:

If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.