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

<p>[Chorus]<br/>In the town of Tulsa, about thirty years ago<br/>At King&#x27;s Old Calloway, down in Old Oklahoma<br/>Where the dust was blowing but the music was right<br/>And Doug Lee O&#x27;Daniels played all night<br/><br/>[Verse]<br/>For The Light Crust Dough Boys and Doug Lee O&#x27;Dan<br/>We drove eighty miles through the blowing sand<br/>My thirty-seven Chevy was shooting steam<br/>Coming up the hills, just East of Pawnee<br/>But I wouldn&#x27;t miss a dance on a Saturday night<br/>For all of them Chevys in the Detroit Line<br/>I can hear that music in my ears<br/>I&#x27;m ready to go and I&#x27;m shifting my gears<br/>So, just pass me the biscuits and give me your hand<br/>You know, you&#x27;re my Honey and you know, I&#x27;m your man<br/>Listen to that fiddler, making it sing<br/>And hear the pretty hot mix of a guitar, ring<br/>(Ah, pick it Boy - whoo - hoo, whoo - hoo)<br/>Well, I got no trouble and I&#x27;m feeling no pain<br/>Got all that good music, blowing in my veins<br/>Let the Light Crust Dough Boys, and Old Pappy Dan<br/>Play us a song that we&#x27;ll never forget<br/>Now they say, times are rough and that money is time<br/>But I don&#x27;t care on a Saturday night<br/>I got no money, but I can sing blues<br/>When I feel like dancing, way down in my shoes<br/>[Chorus]<br/>Was in the town of Tulsa, about thirty years ago<br/>At King&#x27;s Old Calloway, down in Old Oklahoma<br/>Where the dust was blowing but the music was right<br/>And Doug Lee O&#x27;Daniels played all night<br/><br/>[Outro]<br/>(Play it back again - whoo - hoo - hoo)