In the town of Tulsa, about thirty years ago
At King's Old Calloway, down in Old Oklahoma
Where the dust was blowing but the music was right
And Doug Lee O'Daniels played all night
For The Light Crust Dough Boys and Doug Lee O'Dan
We drove eighty miles through the blowing sand
My thirty-seven Chevy was shooting steam
Coming up the hills, just East of Pawnee
But I wouldn't miss a dance on a Saturday night
For all of them Chevys in the Detroit Line
I can hear that music in my ears
I'm ready to go and I'm shifting my gears
So, just pass me the biscuits and give me your hand
You know, you're my Honey and you know, I'm your man
Listen to that fiddler, making it sing
And hear the pretty hot mix of a guitar, ring
(Ah, pick it Boy - whoo - hoo, whoo - hoo)
Well, I got no trouble and I'm feeling no pain
Got all that good music, blowing in my veins
Let the Light Crust Dough Boys, and Old Pappy Dan
Play us a song that we'll never forget
Now they say, times are rough and that money is time
But I don't care on a Saturday night
I got no money, but I can sing blues
When I feel like dancing, way down in my shoes
Was in the town of Tulsa, about thirty years ago
At King's Old Calloway, down in Old Oklahoma
Where the dust was blowing but the music was right
And Doug Lee O'Daniels played all night
(Play it back again - whoo - hoo - hoo)
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