W. Lee O’Daniel And The Light Crust Doughboys

In the town of Tulsa, about thirty years ago
At King's Old Calloway, down in Old Oklahoma
Where the dust was blowing but
The music was right
And Doug Lee O'Daniels played all night

For The Light Crust Dough Boys
And Doug Lee O'Dan
We drove eighty miles through
The blowing sand
My thirty-seven Chevy was shooting steam
Coming up the hills, just East of Pawnee
But I wouldn't miss a dance
On a Saturday night
For all of them Chevys in the Detroit Line
I can hear that music in my ears
I'm ready to go and I'm shifting my gears
So, just pass me the biscuit's
And give me your hand
You know, you're my Honey and you know
I'm your man
Listen to that fiddler, making it sing
And hear the pretty hot mix of a guitar, ring
(Ah, pick it Boy - whoo - hoo, whoo - hoo)
Well, I got no trouble and
I'm feeling no pain
Got all that good music, blowing in my veins
Let the Light Crust Dough Boys
And Old Pappy Dan
Play us a song that we'll never forget
Now they say
Times are rough and that money is time
But I don't care on a Saturday night
I got no money, but I can sing blues
When I feel like dancing
Way down in my shoes

Was in the town of Tulsa
About thirty years ago
At King's Old Calloway, down in Old Oklahoma
Where the dust was blowing but
The music was right
And Doug Lee O'Daniels played all night

(Play it back again - whoo - hoo - hoo)