Текст песни W. Lee O'Daniel (And The Light Crust Dough Boys)

In the town of Tulsa, 'bout thirty years ago At King's Ol' Calloway, down in Old Oklahom' 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 blowin' sand My thirty-seven Chevy was shootin' 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 shiftin' 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, makin' it sing And hear the pretty hot mix of a guitar, ring -Solo- (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 Ol' 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 'Twas in the town of Tulsa, 'bout thirty years ago At King's Ol' Calloway, down in Old Oklahom' Where the dust was blowing but the music was right And Doug Lee O'Daniels played all night