Cornbread and beans, thick like mud
Salted pork, gritty and dry
Nothing to see but empty blue sky
Stale bread hard as rock
No water, just dust
Is the land California just a bust?
Broken cars, hot smoke
Running low on water
Is California much farther?
Longing for the famed fruit
No end in sight
We will reach California, right?
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