Black Oak Savanna

Goodnight Irene or Susana don’t cry for me
I’m going to California
I’ll see you in my dream
And black oak savanna
Black oak savanna
I rode into town on a Sunday
Black tie and tails
On a donkey
I rode into town with a banjo on my knee
Those times are kind of funky
And black oak savanna black oak savanna
And black oak savanna black oak savanna
When I left the prairies I headed East
I was a stranger then, in a city of trees
And black oak savanna, black oak savanna
And black oak savanna, black oak savanna