| He prayed upon the bad ones so wide was spread his fame
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| From Houston up to Calgary the folks all knew his name
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| He was the toughest cowboy ever worked the rodeo
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| This man that they call Oklahoma Joe
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| His wins were tremendous and the crowds would gather round
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| The whisky flowed like water when his party came to town
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| It was the ramblin' life that he loved so
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| This man that they call Oklahoma Joe
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| The sands of time were winnin' mighty Joe would not give in
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| Heavy was the toll he’d pay to lead his life of sin
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| At the big one down in Cheyenne he got throwed
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| This man that they call Oklahoma Joe
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| A silence fell upon the crowd as Joe rose to his feet
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| At last there lived an outlaw might Joe could not defeat
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| And gone was all the glory he loved so
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| This man that they call Oklahoma Joe
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| On the sidewalks of Milwaukee where the winter wind is cold
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| His noble spirit broken and his body weak and old
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| In the mornin' light they found him lyin' dead upon the snow
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| This man that they call Oklahoma Joe
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| Take warnin' young cowboy turn back for its too late
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| Your sin will be recorded in that talley book of fate
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| You’ll die and let the devil take your soul
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| Like this man that they call Oklahoma Joe |