Oklahoma

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

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My own tears scald me like rivers 
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of molten lead and I am bound, 
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bound to the rack of fire like you 
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said
          G  (n.c.)
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 
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themselves,        the tragedy of an
 old man,
Em                                  
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        G     (n.c.)
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  
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liable  to  fart
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                    Em              
                           D        
                C      G  (n.c.)
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 
                G
it flutters,  when I drive them high
 stepping strutters
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     Nosey  pokes  will  peek  
through  their  shutters,   and  
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their  eyes  will  pop
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     The wheels are yellow,   the 
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upholstery's brown,   the 
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dashboard's genuine leather
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     With icinglass curtains you 
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can roll right down in case 
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there's a change in the weather, 
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weather, weather

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Then  one  day  you  discover,   
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that   your   poor   old   Daddy  
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 is   dead
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                             D      
          C       G (hold)  n.c.
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.