The wisdom a story imparts Usually depends on when it starts When it first became a state A grand convention, a great debate But in the end, understand Speculators owned the land To maximize the landlords' greed They'd only sell cotton seed So the tenant farmers as a mass Formed the union of the working class
The flags were red and the corn was green Oklahoma, 1917
Seminole, Black and white Understood their cause was right Young and old, women and men Organized for a time when There'd be no landlords, there'd be no rent They knew precisely what that meant They knew that words would not suffice For robber barons don't play nice Tens of thousands among their ranks As they rode at night by the riverbanks
It was a time of exploitation The Gilded Age of revolution From Prairie Creek to Mexico To the fields where the cotton grows When conscription came they said no more Shall poor men fight a rich man's war They blew up bridges, they cut the wires They agitated and conspired Sometimes rebels take the reins Other ones end up in chainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
