Tulsa Turnaround

(альбом: Seven Separate Fools - 1972)

Oh, Lord I wish I had never been stoned,
'Cause when I get high I can't leave those women alone.
Omaha sheriff and his boys getting' ready to slaughter,
Looking for the man who turned on the mayor's daughter.

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,
Down in the holler ev'ry evening you could hear her sing, yeah.
You know a funky butt a-showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,
Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, y'all.

Five miles o' road between me and the hounds,
A rosey throat sheriff and his deputies trackin'me down.
Wish I was back in Macon taking it easy
'Cause when a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's a-gonna get a-greasy.

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,
Down in the holler ev'ry evening you could hear her sing, yeah.
You know a funky butt a-showed me the Funky Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,
Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all.

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing, yeah
Down in the holler ev'ry evening you could hear her sing, yeah.
You know a funky butt showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on then turned me down,
Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all.