Grateful Dead

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We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee
We don't take our trips on LSD
We don't our burn draft cards down on Main Street
'Cause we like living right and being free

We don't make a party out of loving
But we like holding hands and pitching wood
We don't wear our hair all long and shaggy
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do

I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down by the court house
And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all

Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear
Beads and roman sandals wont be seen
And football's still the roughest thing on campus
And the kids there still respect the college dean

White lightning's still the biggest thrill of all
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA

The warden led the prisoner
Down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest

And I heard him tell the warden
Just before they reached my cell
Let my guitar-playin' friend sing my request

Chorus Sing me back home
A song I used to hear
Make my old memories
Come alive

Sing me away
Turn back the years
Sing me back home
Before I die

I recall last Sunday morning
When a choir from off the street
Came in to sing a few old gospel songs

And I heard him tell the singers
There's a song my mama sang
Could I hear it once before you travel on

The warden led the prisoner
Down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest

And I heard him tell the warden
Just before they reached my cell
Let my guitar playin' friend sing my request

Let him
Chorus
Sing me back home
Before I die