W. Lee O'Daniel (And The Light Crust Dough Boys)

In the town of Tulsa, 'bout thirty years ago

At King's Ol' Calloway, down in Old Oklahom'

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 blowin' sand

My thirty-seven Chevy was shootin' 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 shiftin' 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, makin' it sing

And hear the pretty hot mix of a guitar, ring

-Solo- (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 Ol' 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

'Twas in the town of Tulsa, 'bout thirty years ago

At King's Ol' Calloway, down in Old Oklahom'

Where the dust was blowing but the music was right

And Doug Lee O'Daniels played all night