Sacramento - Middle Of The Road

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, ding-a-ding.

Now the spring is near again,
And you thinking upon
The evil nights so lonely, ooh
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.

Sacramento...
Sacramento...
Sacramento...
Sacramento...
Sacramento...
Sacramento...
Sacramento...