Oklahoma

Intro: ) My own tears scald me like rivers of molten lead and I am bound, bound to the rack of fire like you said (n.c.) So long ago, like a trembling little taffeta schoolgirl in the local townhall production of Oklahoma These things have a habit, they have a habit of repeating themselves, the tragedy of an old man, (n.c.) The ingratitude from the children whom he loved we know it well and The only thing that keeps our sanity intact is the fool?s wit in the annual townhall production of Oklahoma Let?s take Grandpa, but sit him by the aisle because he?s liable to fart (n.c.) He likes his Jaffas, but he?s a nuisance when he starts to shake, he drops them all And inevitably heads will turn, and there?s hell to pay, because he?s let off During the song about the Surrey in Oklahoma and the only thing that keeps our sanity intact Is the fool?s wit in the annual townhall production of Oklahoma Watch that fringe and see how it flutters, when I drive them high stepping strutters Nosey pokes will peek through their shutters, and their eyes will pop The wheels are yellow, the upholstery's brown, the dashboard's genuine leather With icinglass curtains you can roll right down in case there's a change in the weather, weather, weather Then one day you discover, that your poor old Daddy is dead (hold) n.c. What can I say, I can?t say nothing that hasn?t already been said, said much better All I can do is laugh my head off and cry my heart out at the giggly girls in taffeta dresses In the annual townhall production of Oklahoma, then go to the funeral wearing dark glasses Acknowledging the grief of all those in the scenery In next week?s production of Oklahoma, Oh?oh?oh?oh?oh-oh-oh-kla-ho-ma. Notes: Play a run from on the A and E strings as the intro to each verse and whilst singing ?Oklahoma? at the end of each verse. Reverse it (G-A-B-C) for the intro to the Rogers & Hammerstein bit r.i.p. Johnny Leopard ? turn on that air-conditioned guitar! Tab by Danny Lloyd Comments / corrections welcome to [email protected]