| Jesse lit us up and passed the bottle one more time
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| We used to smoke and drink a lot back then
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| Thunder shook the heavens and the lightning danced the sky
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| Like I ain’t seen since can’t remember when
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| The Oklahoma kid laid dying in a women’s wing
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| Just another Indian biting dust
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| Clouds grew dark in promise but they didn’t rain a thing
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| The government ain’t something you can trust
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| Oh, the Oklahoma wind slides across the burning sand
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| Over double crosses mother nature made
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| We picked a gig in Tulsa at the Cains ballroom that night
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| The Oklahoma kid was dead and gone
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| Rains still hadn’t come but the clouds still blacked the sky
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| That’s when I took the time to write this song about the wrong
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| Oh, the Oklahoma wind slides across the burning sand
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| Over double crosses mother nature made
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| And nothing’s ever come as far as I’m concerned
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| From those dead tomorrows planted yesterday
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| The white man took a chance and got his foot hung in the door
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| He sure as hell is gonna have his day
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| The redman speaks his peace gain his long lost dignity
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| Washington just turned the other way
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| Jesse spends his days in Loco Hills New Mexico
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| Every night he drinks his fill of booze
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| When Williams ghost is running he lays his money down
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| Winning just enough to lose to lose to lose
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| Oh, the Oklahoma wind slides across the burning sand
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| Over double crosses mother nature made
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| And nothing’s ever come as far as I’m concerned
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| From those dead tomorrows planted yesterday
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| Oh, the Oklahoma wind slides across the burning sand
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| Over double crosses mother nature made
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| And nothing’s ever come as far as I’m concerned
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| From those dead tomorrows planted yesterday |