Oklahoma

Intro:   G   D   C  (C-B-A-G)

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My own tears scald me like rivers of molten lead and I am bound, bound to the rack of 
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fire like you said
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So long ago, like a trembling little taffeta schoolgirl in the local townhall production of 
Oklahoma
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These things have a habit, they have a habit of repeating themselves,        the tragedy of an 
old man,
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The  ingratitude  from  the  children  whom  he  loved  we  know  it  well and
The only thing that keeps our sanity intact is the fool's wit in the annual townhall production 
of Oklahoma
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Let's  take  Grandpa,   but  sit  him  by  the  aisle  because  he's  liable  to  fart
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He likes his Jaffas,   but he's a nuisance when he starts to shake,   he  drops  them  all
And inevitably heads will turn, and there's hell to pay,  because he's let off
During the song about the Surrey in Oklahoma and the only thing that keeps our sanity intact
Is  the  fool's  wit  in  the  annual  townhall  production  of  Oklahoma

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     Watch that fringe and see how it flutters,  when I drive them high stepping strutters
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     Nosey  pokes  will  peek  through  their  shutters,   and  their  eyes  will  pop
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     The wheels are yellow,   the upholstery's brown,   the dashboard's genuine leather
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     With icinglass curtains you can roll right down in case there's a change in the 
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weather, weather, weather

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Then  one  day  you  discover,   that   your   poor   old   Daddy   is   dead
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What can I say,   I can't say nothing that hasn't already been said,   said much better
All I can do is laugh my head off  and cry my heart out at the giggly girls in taffeta dresses
In the annual townhall production of Oklahoma,  then go to the funeral wearing dark glasses
Acknowledging the grief of all those in the scenery     G           D             C  G
In   next   week's   production   of   Oklahoma,        Oh'oh'oh'oh'oh-oh-oh-kla-ho-ma.