I swore to grandad That'd I'd never leave the southland Never scrape my boots in a big yankee town But it's strange how it happened I guess the civil war ended And there's a yankee girl got me tangled around So I'm bookin flights to New York Hope they don't expect me to eat with a fork And I hope there's somewhere up there to buy a beer And I'm takin a train to Vermont Creeping like a catamount An get off that train and see her again On the banks of that river Is where we talked together And ...

country song Fucked up in Oklahoma Walkin around in a daze Women on my mind and I can't get outta this haze But I gotta get up in the mornin cause I got to get paid And it's gonna be another scorcher 95 degrees in the shade I can find more trouble than any cowboy who ever rode into town tryin to get laid Fucked up in Oklahoma Stackin the beer bottles in a row I can't tell em yes and I can't tell em no The dogs are lookin at me like there's something I don't know And I'm drunk in my own house ...