Now, I’m a poor Oakie
and I’m heading out west.
I’m pulling a long trailer
and my car’s doing its best.
We hit a long mountain
and she began to boil.
She blew a head gasket
and it started dripping oil.
The wheels is out of balance,
she shimmies and she shakes.
But it keeps the young’uns quiet,
when they’re awake.
We got her loaded heavy
and the springs are way down.
If I make it to the top,
I’m sure it can go down.
The dog’s quit barking
and the chickens are quiet.
I hope I get there
by next Friday night.
The highway is open
and we’re still a-comin’.
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