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Albums:

Two On One Musicals: Oklahoma and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Morning View/The Morning View Sessions [CD/DVD] (Incubus) · On the Road: 02-28-02 Oklahoma City, OK (The String Cheese Incident) · Oklahoma Hills (Jack Guthrie) · Oklahoma Roots (Acie Cargill) · U.F.O'S At The Zoo: The Legendary Concert In Oklahoma City (Mvi) (The Flaming Lips) · Oklahoma! [1952 Studio Cast] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Oklahoma Girl (Reba McEntire) · Oklahoma Toad (Dave Frishberg) · Oklahoma! [Castle Pulse] (Rodgers & Hammerstein) – and 90 other albums »


"You're number fourteen thousand for today"

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi
Why, you better go back to beautiful
"You're number fourteen thousand for today"

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi
Why, you better go back to beautiful
number fourteen thousand for today"

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas,
number fourteen thousand for today"

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas,
to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it
to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it
to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it
fourteen thousand for today"

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks
You ain't got the do re mi
Why you better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Kansas,
In your great cities of great solitude

Oh, children
You've still got a lot to fucking learn
The only path to heaven is via hell

Good morning
twice in Oklahoma and once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along
'Cause I was raised a Christian, and I knew right from
with care

One night one night our restless young girl
One brother rose up from his bed
He heard the servant court their sister
Oh he heard they had
number fourteen thousand for today."

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas,
don't know where I'd be with you some kinda beautiful?beautiful?beautiful [Dwele in background]

[Bridge:]
Oh ?what's your kinda love? Your some kinda
that's my game
I'm your long lost brother, little sister what's your name

I feel so alone
I'm stranded and so far from home I'm calling
Get up
What a beautiful morning the sun shining bright
As I look from the window with tears in my eyes
The eastern horizon just gave birth to the light
But
down my face

And I sang him a Dixie lullaby
We'll meet again, by and by
Oh my, what a beautiful life
Just like a Dixie lullaby

Oh my, what
Seven lonely days in a fifty ton lorry
I know you made me what I am
And I fall to pieces
Johnny Cash in black singin'
Undertand your man from
St.
dick 'em
down, 'cause I'm a ...

Chorus (4x):  Mr. Mixx and Brother Marquis
Savage in the sack, baby, I'll break ya back, baby
It's like that from
spreading her wings for a journey
That she's going to meet by and by
When the trumpet shall sound in the morning
She will rise and go up in the sky

Oh
Down the rough road where the asphalt is split
Stumbles a man down to his wits
Brother, oh brother, what's left to regret?
Known by the way that he
of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother

The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother

The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother

The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie

Poor Adam alone in Eden
Taking off his shoes
Tired of running around all morning
From his animal interviews

He
class)
Ship sinking fast
(Bon voyage)
See you at the bottom when I spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aaahuuumm I got 'em

What's up my brother?
What's