Terese Coe: Oklahoma

I reckon that we’re livin' in climate change –
The fall too early and the spring too late!
Starting as an immigrant is worse than strange –
So we’ll be livin' in a tent or crate!
Tent or crate – How could that be great?

Too much drought for barley, carrots or pertaters,
Never mind the cattle, spinach or termaters.
Dust across the prairie where there used to be grain,
Plenty of thirst and plenty of pain,
Plenty of rope to swing from a tree!
Got enough twine for you and me!

OOOOk-lahoma, where tornados blow a house apart and then
They rain it down in splinters, then
They pick it up and blow it down again!
OOOOk-lahoma, every night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and fret about our pet
Canary ‘cause he tweets he’s gonna die!

We know we belong to the bank,
And the bank we belong to is rank!
And when we saaaaaay Yeeow!
Ai-yip-ai-yo-ee-ay!
We're only sayin'
Can’t make it pay, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma, NO WAY!

We know we belong to the bank, and the bank we belong to is rank!
And when we say Yeeow! Aye-yip-aye-yo-ee-ay!
We're only sayin'
Can’t make it pay, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma, NO WAY!