The Gal From Oklahoma - Junior Brown

She treats me fair and I never let her down

She treats me fair I never let her down

She’s the girl from Oklahoma they call her Cissy Brown

She’s the sweetest little gal from Shilta to Brush Hill

She’s the sweetest little gal from Shilta to Brushill

I’m proud to be her man and I know I always will

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She comes from Oklahoma where the grass grows high

I’m gonna stay with her til the day that I die

Til the day that I die, til the day that I die

With the gal from Oklahoma til the day I die

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When I hear a lonesome whistle blown by old seventy-five

When I hear a lonesome whistle blown by old seventy-five

It reminds me of my darlin' where she always lived her life

She comes from Oklahoma where the grass grows high

I’m gonna stay with her til the day that I die

Til the day that I die, til the day that I die

With the gal from Oklahoma til the day I die

Yodellay