(K. Grimwoodb. Grimwood)
Chorus: Pick me up, come on carry me,
I'm too tired to go on.
Pick me up, come on carry me,
Your arms are just where I belong.
Let's pretend that you're a boat, sailing on the sea,
And I am a sailor, as weary as weary can be.
Let's pretend that you're a camel, out upon the burning sand,
And I am a traveler, who needs a helping hand.
A Conestoga wagon, with cover from the sun,
And I am a pioneer, California, here I come.
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