The King Of Oklahoma

(album: Michael Franks - 1973)

Back home my friends and family told me
I could be a star
So I waited for a Greyhound
And I rode
It's been seven months of hunger
And I ain't gone very far
Like to glue myself together
And go home where I belong

I'm the King of Oklahoma
And the folks in Tulsa know I'm good
I no longer wanna
Be the Prince of Hollywood

I was blissful in my ignorance
I was no one, but content
Till this money madness took away my breath
All these Grand Ole Opry dreams are fine
But they don't pay the rent
And not even William Shakespeare
Had to starve himself to death

I'm the King of Oklahoma
And the folks in Tulsa know I'm good
I no longer wanna
Be the Prince of Hollywood

I went down to the pawn shop
On Sunset Boulevard
And I gave the man my my Gibson and my watch
He said "You're just another cowboy
Who was trying too hard
A month or two and none of this
Will matter very much"

I'm the King of Oklahoma
And the folks in Tulsa know I'm good
I no longer wanna
Be the Prince of Hollywood