| Song | Tulsa Turnaround |
| Artist | Kenny Rogers |
| Album | Kenny |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Collins, Harvey | |
| Oh Lord, I wish I had never been stoned | |
| 'Cause when I get high I can't leave the women alone | |
| Omaha Sherriff and his broad gettin' ready for slaughter | |
| Their lookin' for the man that turned on the mayor's daughter. | |
| Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing | |
| Down in a hollo', every evening you can hear her sing | |
| She said, monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround | |
| Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down | |
| Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y'all. | |
| Five miles of road between me and my house | |
| A rosy-throat sherriff and his deputy trackin' me down | |
| Well, I wish I was back at Baton, takin' it easy | |
| But if a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's got to be greasy. | |
| Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing | |
| Down in a hollo' every evening you can hear her sing | |
| She said that monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround | |
| Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down | |
| Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y'all. | |
| Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing | |
| Down in a hollo' every evening you can hear her sing | |
| She said, monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround | |
| Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down | |
| Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y'all... |
| zuo ci : Collins, Harvey | |
| Oh Lord, I wish I had never been stoned | |
| ' Cause when I get high I can' t leave the women alone | |
| Omaha Sherriff and his broad gettin' ready for slaughter | |
| Their lookin' for the man that turned on the mayor' s daughter. | |
| Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing | |
| Down in a hollo', every evening you can hear her sing | |
| She said, monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround | |
| Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down | |
| Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y' all. | |
| Five miles of road between me and my house | |
| A rosythroat sherriff and his deputy trackin' me down | |
| Well, I wish I was back at Baton, takin' it easy | |
| But if a man' s gonna eat fried chicken he' s got to be greasy. | |
| Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing | |
| Down in a hollo' every evening you can hear her sing | |
| She said that monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround | |
| Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down | |
| Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y' all. | |
| Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing | |
| Down in a hollo' every evening you can hear her sing | |
| She said, monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround | |
| Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down | |
| Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y' all... |
| zuò cí : Collins, Harvey | |
| Oh Lord, I wish I had never been stoned | |
| ' Cause when I get high I can' t leave the women alone | |
| Omaha Sherriff and his broad gettin' ready for slaughter | |
| Their lookin' for the man that turned on the mayor' s daughter. | |
| Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing | |
| Down in a hollo', every evening you can hear her sing | |
| She said, monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround | |
| Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down | |
| Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y' all. | |
| Five miles of road between me and my house | |
| A rosythroat sherriff and his deputy trackin' me down | |
| Well, I wish I was back at Baton, takin' it easy | |
| But if a man' s gonna eat fried chicken he' s got to be greasy. | |
| Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing | |
| Down in a hollo' every evening you can hear her sing | |
| She said that monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround | |
| Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down | |
| Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y' all. | |
| Omaha honey, had a hold on a hell of a thing | |
| Down in a hollo' every evening you can hear her sing | |
| She said, monkey but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround | |
| Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down | |
| Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y' all... |