In the town of Tulsa, about thirty years ago
At King´s Old Calloway, down in Old Oklahoma
Where the dust was blowing but the music was right
And Doug Lee O´Daniels played all night

For The Light Crust Dough Boys and Doug Lee O´Dan
We drove eighty miles through the blowing sand
My thirty-seven Chevy was shooting steam
Coming up the hills, just East of Pawnee
But I wouldn´t miss a dance on a Saturday night
For all of them Chevys in the Detroit Line
I can hear that music in my ears
I´m ready to go and I´m shifting my gears
So, just pass me the biscuits and give me your hand
You know, you´re my Honey and you know, I´m your man
Listen to that fiddler, making it sing
And hear the pretty hot mix of a guitar, ring
(Ah, pick it Boy - whoo - hoo, whoo - hoo)
Well, I got no trouble and I´m feeling no pain
Got all that good music, blowing in my veins

Let the Light Crust Dough Boys, and Old Pappy Dan
Play us a song that we´ll never forget
Now they say, times are rough and that money is time
But I don´t care on a Saturday night
I got no money, but I can sing blues
When I feel like dancing, way down in my shoes

Was in the town of Tulsa, about thirty years ago
At King´s Old Calloway, down in Old Oklahoma
Where the dust was blowing but the music was right
And Doug Lee O´Daniels played all night

(Play it back again - whoo - hoo - hoo)