I won't be home anymore Cause something happened to me While I was driving home and I'm not the same anymore Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from Tulsa
My nights have been lonely since I've been in Tulsa country And I really don't know what I'm gonna do. I just might take a trip somewhere along the southern
want our love to end so i'm readin' that tulsa telephone book again well, i was in tulsa and didn't have anything goin' she lived in tulsa and didn't
on back to Tulsa time Livin? on Tulsa time Livin? on Tulsa time Gonna set my watch back to it ?Cause you know I?ve been through it Livin? on Tulsa time
a longer way to go So tell me how a train from Tulsa Has got a right to know She sings a song So sad and high And the Tulsa Queen Don't ever lie And
the line. Living on Tulsa Time. Living on Tulsa Time. Gonna set my watch back to it 'Cause you know that I've been through it. Living on Tulsa
red dress on some folks called her Dinah Stole my heart away from me down in Louisiana Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa
and dies at least Ten Thousand Times Chorus: Tell me something bad about Tulsa How those old oil wells Smell in the wind Tell me something bad about Tulsa
back seat They're throwing dice in the aisle And the driver just smiles With every mile he's closer to the arms Of the woman who loves him Tampa to Tulsa
Chains of love, won't let me be They keep haunting, haunting me Free my mind, from their vice Chains of love, cold as ice That old key, I've yet to find
Blues for Mama Blues for Mama It just seems wrong, to sing this song 'cos she's not here, where she belongs Blues for Mama Blues for Mama Rest her soul
Once a day, everyday Sometimes all night long She moves her body next to mine To the rythm of this song They call her May, some call her June She just
She said she had no money But he was in doubt He told her, "I used to be in too" But now he was out "Spare some small change lady And I'll be on my way
Rattlin' rattlin' rattlin' round, all this talk and making sounds Talkin' fast, talkin' low, we called him Motormouth He say you called, he say it's
Now my gal don't like them red red roses She don't like perfume Now my gal ain't got no fancy notions She just likes to make love all night And sleep
She's on the grounds, that's what they say I heard the news only yesterday She's on the prowl like a siamese cat I hope I'm where it's at She's got a
One step forward and two steps back Been carrying them bricks upon my back Bossman told me you ain't getting paid 'til the house is built and the bricks
