Well, that's another good reason not to live in SoCal. Eventually you'll wash away.

Boy, have I started a tempest by posting "The Yeller Rose Of Idaho"!! Seems like there's an earlier version, dating back to the 1840s, and "Soddy" House just ripped it off and changed a very few of the words. Here's the earlier version:

There's a spud bud out in Idyho
That I'm tryin' not to see
No other feller loved
In quite the ways as me
She threw a fit when I left her
It like ta broke my heart
My liver, spleen, and kidneys
And prit near every part.

CH: She's the cutest little spud bud
Thet Idyho ever knew
Her eyes jist like rubies
All red and bloodshot through
You kin talk about your Clemmie
And sing of Lucy Lee
But the tater bud of Idyho
Is tryin' ta find me.

Where the Portneuf River's flowin'
In the muskeeter-filled summer nights
She walks along the river
Jist a-cryin' 'neath the moon
I know her daddy's lookin'
Since we parted long ago
He's got a big ol' shotgun
And the baby's comin' soon.

(CH)

          --attrib. Andy Ohnemus, 1841