Land Of The Red Man

Well, it’s hotter than Hell down here in Oklahoma
I guess that I might as well get used to it and quit my moanin'
'Cause the Devil, he’s alive and well, and he’s found himself a new home
Well, he’s burnin' the wheat and drinkin' up all the water
Do a rain dance Mama, and lay your life at the altar
We’re all gonna drown in a drought if it gets any hotter
I was leavin' Oklahoma. I had to make me some new friends
'Cause the Devil, he cooked all the books, and he burned all the blueprints
Well, he ran for office, and he won. Now, we got ourselves a new prince
Now, I’m stuck at the border. I ain’t on their checklist
They said, «We don’t like you Okies down here. You’re a little too reckless.»
Well, maybe Oklahoma’s hotter than Hell, but it’s better than Texas