If I Can Just Reach Oklahoma...
If I can just reach Oklahoma
That's where I think I belong.
There I'll see all of my loved ones
Who've come to welcome me home.
I'm tired and I'm weary of living
And toiling in this foreign land.
There's milk and there's honey in Tulsa
And none of this dirty brown sand.
The sun always shines on the prairie.
The highways are paved with pure gold.
It's toll gates are pearl and green jasper.
And it's lakes are like glass, I've been told.
I'll find a sweet golden-haired angel
The kind that would make a good wife.
Buy 400 acres of farmland,
By the side of the River of Life.
If I can just reach Oklahoma
That's where I know I belong.
There I'll see all of my loved ones
Who've come to welcome me home.
I can see just on the horizon.
I'll live there for eternity.
If I can just reach Oklahoma
'Cause Oklahoma's like Heaven to me.
John A.
They say only a pawnshop guitar can play the blues. An eBay one does it better. A guitar's bound to feel unloved if her owner plasters pictures of her over the internet for all to see and then sells her off to the highest anonymous bidder.
Hi John
I like this sets the mind wondering off into the distance ..
well done
Trevor
Here is to you as good as you are
And here is to me as bad as I am
As good as you are and as bad as I am
I'm as good as you are as bad as I am
