Point your peacemakers in the sky boys Shoot 'em off six in a row Climb down off your saddles Hit the bar and gamble all your dough The girls sure are pretty and the whiskey is cheap I hit a big stake on my claim a mile up the creek Minstrel play the sugarfoot cause tomorrow we're all going home
California ain't no milk and honey Ain't nothing but a waste of mules and money I don't think it was worth what we struck to stay, It's been one year, three months, a week to the day
Take a hot bath and a shave so the young-uns can remember who you are Buy some lace and some perfume for the woman who waited this far Well it's 2500 miles to the Missouri line On a wagon outta Fresno that's a real long time Powder-up your barrels boys, 'cause we're travelin' with a trunk full of gold