| I’m a man of wisdom
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| You’re a hardy woman
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| Where will we flow from?
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| What will we leave our son?
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| In Oklahoma, we’ll make our home and
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| There’s not a need we couldn’t meet
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| With the dirt under our feet
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| I can remember my father’s temper
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| He worked the factory, never drove his destiny
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| I know he’d be proud of my hand on the plough
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| I’d answer to no one but the rainfall and the sun
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| In Oklahoma, we’ll make our home in the
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| The fields of golden wheat
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| And the dirt under our feet
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| And I don’t know, don’t know how we came to deserve it
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| I don’t know, don’t know what we did
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| And I don’t know, don’t know how we came to deserve it
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| I don’t know, don’t know what we did
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| But then it rose above us
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| The blackest of dust
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| In the middle of the day
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| I was harvesting the hay
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| From noon to midnight
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| In ten minutes time
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| We ran to shelter
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| I sang our boy a lullaby
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| Oklahoma lullaby
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| And I don’t know, don’t know how we came to deserve it
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| I don’t know, don’t know what we did
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| And I don’t know, don’t know how we came to deserve it
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| I don’t know, don’t know what we did |
| And I don’t know, don’t know how we came to deserve it
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| I don’t know, don’t know what we did
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| And I don’t know, don’t know how we came to deserve it
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| I don’t know, don’t know what we did
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| It’s in the cupboard
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| It’s on our tongues
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| Under our pillows
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| It’s in our lungs
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| This bowl of dust
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| It just ain’t no home
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| I only wanted a place of my own
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| A place of my own
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| But I’m a man of pride and I could not provide
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| Now I’m waiting in this line and
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| I can’t look him in the eye
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| As he’s handing me relief
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| Someone’s singin' down on me
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| My father from up high above the soil in the sky
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| Oklahoma lullaby
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| And I don’t know, know how we came to deserve it
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| I don’t know, don’t know what we did
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| And I don’t know, know how we came to deserve it
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| I don’t know, don’t know what we did
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| And I don’t know, know how we came to deserve it
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| I don’t know, don’t know what we did
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| And I don’t know, know how we came to deserve it
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| I don’t know, don’t know what we did
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| I don’t know, don’t know what we did |