Oklahoma Memories
Being born of this red clay
In our states first capitol
I caught my first catfish
Rode horses on the farm
My face was sunshine warmed.
Being born of this red clay
Where the Devon is so tall
Chicken fry my favorite dish
Loving our country charm
The folks here kind and warm.
Being born of this red clay
I hear my mommas call
Bedtime prayers not to miss
As my socks she did darn
By the fireside so warm.
Being born of this red clay
Spring days we did loll
As the Cimmaron did swish
There we found no harm
The summer water so warm.
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