Bruce SpringsteenMy Oklahoma Home

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
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