| Well me and trouble never been
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| Strangers nor the best of friends
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| Well I can find it easily
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| I’d assume that it’d find me
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| I ain’t attached to what I got
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| And I’m sure likin' what I see
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| I’d follow you to Little Rock
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| But Tulsa sounds like trouble to me
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| Tulsa sounds like trouble to me
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| Had me a gal in Tulsa once
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| One day I took her out to lunch
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| I got up, excused myself
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| And fell in love with someone else
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| I ain’t attached to what I got
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| And I’m sure likin' what I see
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| I’d follow you to Little Rock
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| But Tulsa sounds like trouble to me
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| Tulsa sounds like trouble to me
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| I love them Oklahoma hills
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| I always have, I always will
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| Got an itch to call 'em home
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| But I’d live longer stayin' gone
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| I ain’t attached to what I got
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| And I’m sure likin' what I see
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| I’d follow you to Little Rock
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| But Tulsa sounds like trouble to me
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| Tulsa sounds like trouble to me
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| Yeah, it’s a big ol' country here
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| I rambled it from ear to ear
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| There’s places I’m still welcome in
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| But Tulsa it ain’t one of them
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| Tulsa it ain’t one of them
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| I ain’t attached to what I got
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| And I’m sure likin' what I see
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| I’d follow you to Little Rock
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| But Tulsa sounds like trouble to me
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| Tulsa sounds like trouble to me
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| Tulsa sounds like trouble to me |