There's something about the weather that everybody loves
They call it the Indian spring of Sacramento
And when the sun is up in the sky
The wind is blowing by the riverside, most every dayYou're in Sacramento, a wonderful town
Sing, sing, sing, din-di-dinThere's something about the people that everybody knows
That gives you a tender feeling of confusion
You're feeling lonely but you don't know
Until this other feeling here inside you starts to growYou're in Sacramento, a wonderful town
Sing, sing, sing, din-di-dinNow that spring is near again
And you're thinking if only you were not so lonely, boo-hoo
But you can ease your restless mind
(Ease your restless mind)
'Cos all the people are lovin' kind in SacramentoThere's something about the weather that everybody loves
They call it the Indian spring of Sacramento
You're feeling lonely but you don't know
Until this other feeling here inside you starts to growYou're in Sacramento - a wonderful town
Sing, sing, sing, din-di-dinSacramento, Sacramento
Sacramento, Sacramento
Sacramento, Sacramento
Sacramento, SacramentoSacramento, Sacramento
Sacramento, Sacramento
Sacramento, Sacramento
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