Boys From Oklahoma
Written by Gene Collier
Performed by Cross Canadian Ragweed (and every other Red Dirt Band)
Live & Loud at The Wormy Dog
Here's the verses from the CD plus some others. This is definitely
a song that continues to grow with everyone adding their own verses.
G C
Them boys from Oklahoma roll their joints all wrong
D G
They're too damn skinny and way too long
C
I ain't a holy roller, so I just use a bong
D G
Them boys from Oklahoma roll their joints all wrong
(Same chord progression throughout the song)
Them boys down in Texas got some damn fine weed
They smuggle across the Rio, they use the Mexican breed
That's expointin' cheap labor, but hell that's Texican's creed
Them boys down in Texas got some damn fine weed
Them boys in Arkansas they got some damn fine pot
That's a direct result of all them good seeds they got
Haulin' water up a hill's takes quite a lot
Them boys from Arkansas got some damn fine pot
Now them boys from California gott'em a kinky streak
They like to roll their own but their wrist are too weak
But they really start to puff'n when you stick one in their beak
Them boys from California gott'em a kinky streak
Them faggots down in Norman gott'em a kinky streak
They like to roll their own but their Sooner wrists are too weak
They really start to puff'n when you stick one in their beak
Them faggots down in Norman got a kinky streak
I used to have me dog, named him ol'Joe Clark
And I swear that dog used to belong to a narc
Every time I got around him all he did was bark
But he paid himself off time and time again
Them boys up in Kansas, hell all they got is a bunch of schwag
They'll charge you fifty bucks for a quarter bag
I got some in my guitar case but I'm not the type to brag
But it's a damn sight better than that Kansanian schwag
Them boys in Louisiana got trouble growin' their weed
Them alligators is mean, they eat up all the seed
But on a bayou night by the light of the full moon
You can walk out and pick ya a sack full of 'shrooms
Them boys in Colorado would just as soon pan for gold
The nights are too long, the growin season's too cold
They just as soon smoke a joint that Jason Boland had rolled
Least that's what I been told
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larryherriman@excite.com Let me know how you like it.
