There's something about the weather that everybody loves,
They call it the Indian Spring of Sacramento,
Oh, when the sun is up in the sky,
The wind is coming by the River Side Coast every day,
You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town, sing, sing, sing, ding-a-ding.
There's something about the people that everybody knows,
That gives you a tender feeling of protection.
You're feeling lonely, but you don't know
Until that sad old feeling here inside you starts to grow.
You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town, (sing, sing, sing, ring-a-ding).
Now the spring is near again,
And you thinking upon the evil nights so lonely,
But you can ease you at a smile
With all these people and a loving man
In Sacramento -
There'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 that sad old feeling here inside you starts to grow.
You're in Sacramento, a wonderful town, sing, sing, sing, ding-a-ding.