(Curtis Leach - Claude McBride)      Well, I rolled into Moffet, Oklahoma   Down by the Arkansas state line   I walked into a honky tonk   And ordered a glass of California wine.      He said we got Oklahoma blue we got Arkansas homebrew   But no sir we don't dig that foreign kind   We got brandy rum and gin and moonshine for the men   But we don't dig no California wine.      A big cat stood up at a piano   His beard was at least a foot long   I walked up to the bandstand   And asked him to play me a hillbilly song.      He said we play rock and we play pop we play blues and we play bop   But no sir we don't dig down on the farm   We play jazz and we play jerk wnd we watch those miniskirts   But we don't dig no hillbilly song.      I sat myself down at a poker table   The sign said dealers' choice, I played awhile   When my deal came I flipped the first card over   Said spit in the ocean cucamonga style.      He said we play draw and we play stud and I mean bud we play for blood   But no sir we don't dig no nothin' wild   You can buy one in a pinch stack the deck or check a cinch   But we don't dig no cucamonga style.      I dropped a dollar on the blackjack table   And told the dealer let the face cards fall   ThenI turned over eighteen and said hit me   Well, he did and that's the last thing I recall.      Well, I guess you know the rest I've got my semi pointed West   Yes sir whine big diesel whine   And if I ever see old Moffet Oklahoma again   It'll be West of the California line.      They'll have to move it West of that California line...