When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip,
I wanted a place to call my own
And so I made the race, and staked me out a place,
And settled down along the Cimarron

It blowed away, it blowed away,
My Oklahoma home, it blowed away
It looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there,
But my Oklahoma home, it blowed away

I planted wheat and oats, got some chickens and some shoats,
Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face
Got a mule to pull the plow, got an old red muley cow
And got a fancy mortgage on the place

It blowed away, it blowed away,
All the crops I planted blowed away
You can't grow any grain if there isn't any rain