Roy Cost & The Music Shoppe East Of Tulsa Letras:
I was raised in a one room shack down by the river;
I never had much money just the clothes that was on my back.
My daddy worked his traps on Gumbo River'
And in the fall he'd drag out his worn out cotton sack.

My mamma did the cooking and raised a family;
She took us all to church down by the lane.
My brother and my sis helped us all too;
By doing up the work when the day was through.

[Chorus:]
My daddy, he got wounded in the war;
They say we don´t know what we're fighting for.
Well I don´t know but this land's sure been good to us;
Oh! we're living and loving on a dirt farm, East Of Tulsa.
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I never had much leisure time nor education;
Oh! I learned a lot, but I learned it all at home.
We'd work all day and at night around the table;
We'd talk of the days gone by and the times to come.

[Chorus:]
My daddy, he got wounded in the war;
They say we don´t know what we're fighting for.
Well I don´t know, but this land's sure been good to us;
Oh! we're living and loving on a dirt farm, East Of Tulsa.

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[East Of Tulsa
written & performed by Roy Cost & The Music Shoppe]
Letras: East Of Tulsa Roy Cost & The Music Shoppe [final]