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When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip, |
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I wanted some place to call my own |
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And so I made the race, and staked me out a place, |
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And settled down along the Cimarron |
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It blowed away, it blowed away, |
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My Oklahoma home, it blowed away |
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Well it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there, |
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But my Oklahoma home, it blowed away |
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I planted wheat and oats, got some chickens and some shoats, |
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Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face |
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Got a mule to pull the plow, got an old red muley cow |
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And I also got a fancy mortgage on the place |
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It blowed away, it blowed away, |
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All the crops I planted blowed away |
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Well you can't grow any grain if you ain't got any rain; |
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Everything except the mortgage blowed away |
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It looked so green and fair, when I built my shanty there, |
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I figured I was all set for life |
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I put on my Sunday best with my fancy scalloped vest |
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And went to town and picked me out a wife |
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She blowed away, she blowed away |
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My Oklahoma woman blowed away |
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Mister as I bent and kissed her, she was picked up by a twister; |
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My Oklahoma woman blowed away |
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Well then I was left alone a-listenin' to the moan |
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Of the wind around the corners of my shack; |
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So I took off down the road when the south wind blowed, |
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A-travelin' with the wind upon my back |
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I blowed away, I blowed away |
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Chasin that dust cloud up ahead |
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Once it looked so green and fair, now it's up there in the air; |
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My Oklahoma farm is overhead |
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Now I'm always close to home no matter where I roam, |
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For Oklahoma dust is everywhere |
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Makes no difference where I'm walkin', I can hear my chickens squawkin' |
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I can hear my wife a-talkin' in the air |
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It blowed away, it blowed away, |
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My Oklahoma home blowed away |
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But my home is always near; it's in the atmosphere, |
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My Oklahoma home that blowed away |
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Now I'm a roamin' Oklahoman, but I'm always close to home |
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And I'll never get homesick 'til I die |
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Cause no matter where I'm found, my home is all around; |
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My Oklahoma home is in the sky |
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It blowed away, it blowed away, |
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My farm down upon the Cimarron |
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Well now all around the world, wherever dust is whirled, |
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There's some from my Oklahoma home |
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It blowed away, it blowed away, |
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Yeah my Oklahoma home blowed away. |
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Yes it's up there in the sky in that dust cloud rolling by, my Oklahoma home is blowed away |
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Well its blowed away, it blowed away, |
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My Oklahoma home blowed away. |
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It's up there in the sky in that dust cloud rolling by, my Oklahoma home is in the sky |
