POST-MODERN BLUES
© Greg Keeler 1988

Lady Please Drive Me Back to Oklahoma 'Fore I'm Driven to Tears

Ma'am excuse me can you give me just a minute or two?
I've got a couple things I'd like to explain,
Or it might just take a little bit longer than that
After all the things I've done to my brain.
You see, I'm just a child of the Sixties.
I never cut my hair or shaved off my beard.
And when some yuppie up and asks me what's the matter with me,
I just tell 'em that I'm weird, and I was reared in Oklahoma.
That's all it usually takes to make 'em turn away
Because they know I can't advance their careers.
So lady please drive me back to Oklahoma 'fore I'm driven to tears.

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And don't you know you look a lot like my mama back home?
I haven't seen her in a half a dozen years.
So lady please drive me back to Oklahoma 'fore I'm driven to tears.

I know it's kind of late in this all-night cafe
For a fella to be bummin' a ride.
Especially from a lady as decent as you
With her Cadillace waitin' outside.
But don't you know that you can trust a fellow like me.
I went to Sunday school till I was fifteen.
And that Hare Krishna stuff, hell, it didn't mean nothin'.
I was only wastin' time in between
The time I wasted with my patch of marijuana, my rock 'n roll band,
And watchin' television drinkin' a beer.
So lady please drive me back to Oklahoma 'fore I'm driven to tears.

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Hey, wait a minute, lady, 'fore you walk out the door,
I've got one more thing I'd like to explain.
I haven't eaten all day, and my wife just drove away,
And besides I think it's startin' to rain.
You must have taken joy in your own baby boy,
And I bet he looked a little like me.
Open up your Coup DeVille 'cause I know that there's still
Enough time for me to change my whole life. Just wait and see.
Hey, wait a minute, lady. Can't you see I'm cryin'
While I'm shrinkin' in your rear view mirror?
Lady Please drive me back to Oklahoma 'fore I'm driven to tears.

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