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The Indian man lost all of his land in Oklahoma
A man dressed in black gave some of it back to Oklahoma
And the man that they called Sam
He washed the red out of the land in Oklahoma

Well, back in the day the W.P.A. in Oklahoma
Woody Guthrie would sing about the crops and no rain in Oklahoma
Well, the rain it never came
Woody Guthrie sang the pain of Oklahoma

1982 a bubbling crude in Oklahoma
A forty thousand foot well drilling strait to hell in Oklahoma
Fifty dollars a god damn barrel
Wish I'd never sold that well in Oklahoma

O.K.L.A.H.O.M.A. Oklahoma
The Indian man lost all of his land in Oklahoma   A man dressed in black gave some of it back to Oklahoma   And the man that they called Sam   He washed the red out of the land in Oklahoma      Well, back in the day the W.P.A. in Oklahoma   Woody Guthrie would sing about the crops and no rain in Oklahoma   Well, the rain it never came   Woody Guthrie sang the pain of Oklahoma      1982 a bubbling crude in Oklahoma   A forty thousand foot well drilling strait to hell in Oklahoma   Fifty dollars a god damn barrel   Wish I'd never sold that well in Oklahoma      O.K.L.A.H.O.M.A. Oklahoma