| Tulsa yesterday tomorrow forever
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| Today I think I’ll take my own sweet time
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| You can tell by my blues that I’m no beginner
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| Or just look into my eyes
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| I learned my lessons in the days back in the dogwood
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| Left some footprints in the deep red clay
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| Found my way past the temptations of plenty
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| Let the sound take me all the way
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| It’s a low down dirty sorrow
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| To know the real pain of love
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| Somethings you own some you borrow
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| Until you let it go
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| Find a garden let it grow
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| And what you find
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| Let it shine
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| Let your chariot swing low
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| West wind blow my blood runs cold from to much trouble
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| West wind blow howl thru my bones tonight
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| Tulsa yesterday tomorrow forever
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| Today i think i’ll take my own sweet time
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| You can tell by my shoes that i am a believer
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| Or just look into my eyes |