A popular song from 1920
Words and music by Willard Robison
The sheet music:
Lyrics
- Say, folks, I got the Oklahoma
I said I got the, I mean the Blues
Oh! Lord, I’ve got the Oklahoma Blues
And when I sleep I don’t take off my shoes
‘Cause my best girl done went and packed her
I said she packed her, I mean her clothes
Oh! my sweet baby went and packed her clothes
Gone to Oklahoma ‘erwhere the crude oil flows
Chorus
I’ll catch a rattler, oh! I mean a train
If I don’t find her I’m going insane
She is the onlyest girl that I choose
To cure my Oklahoma Blues
- If Oklahoma oil was turned to
I said was turned to, I mean to Beer
If Oklahoma oil was turned to Beer
I would have them run a pipe line right up here
Oh! honey baby Daddy surely, I said I surely
I mean love you, oh! honey baby
Daddy sure loves you
And I don’t care what my sweet baby do
Chorus
Whenever I hear the phone in the hall
I hope that it is a long distance call
My pure dee baby please send me some news
And cure my Oklahoma Blues