The Gal From Oklahoma

She treats me fair and I never let her down
She treats me fair I never let her down
She’s the girl from Oklahoma they call her Cissy Brown
She’s the sweetest little gal from Shilta to Brush Hill
She’s the sweetest little gal from Shilta to Brushill
I’m proud to be her man and I know I always will
Yodellay
She comes from Oklahoma where the grass grows high
I’m gonna stay with her til the day that I die
Til the day that I die, til the day that I die
With the gal from Oklahoma til the day I die
Yodellay
When I hear a lonesome whistle blown by old seventy-five
When I hear a lonesome whistle blown by old seventy-five
It reminds me of my darlin' where she always lived her life
She comes from Oklahoma where the grass grows high
I’m gonna stay with her til the day that I die
Til the day that I die, til the day that I die
With the gal from Oklahoma til the day I die
Yodellay