Come all girls, pay attention to my voice, Don’t you fall in love with the Kansas boys, For if you do your fortune it will be Hoe-cake, hominy, and sassafras tea. 
They’ll take you out on the jet black hill, And they’ll take you there much against your will, Leave you there to perish on the plains, For that is the way with the Kansas range. 
CHORUS: Oh, on the road to Californey It was a hard and a tedious journey, Far across the Rocky Mountains, Crystal springs and flowing fountains. 
When they go to meeting the clothes that they wear Is an old brown coat all fixed and bare. An old white hat small-rimmed and crowned, And a pair of cotton socks that they wore the year around. 
Some live in a cabin with a huge log wall And a-nary a window in it at all, A sandstone chimney and a punch board floor, A clap board roof and a button-hole door. 
When they go to milk they milk in a gourd And they heave it in the corner and they cover it with a board. Some get plenty and some get none For that is the way with the Kansas run. 
When they go a-fishin’ they take along a worm And they put iron a book just to see it squirm. The first thing they say when they get a bite Is, "I got a fish as big as Johnny White." 
When they go a-courtin’ they take along a chair And the first thing they say, Has your daddy killed a bear?’ The second thing they say when they sit right down Is, "Madam, your johnny cake is baking brown." 
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