Sunday, April 22, 2012

For my brother

Oklahoma Land Run Song  -- to be sung to one's brother on April 22 each year, preferably with great enthusiasm, suppressed chuckles and lots of ironic vibrato.


It was April 22
In the Spring of '89
There were settlers by the thousand
They were gathered on the line
And they came from all directions
There were wagons by the score
To stake a claim out on the plain
Is what they waited for

To run, run run run
Oklahoma run
Fifty thousand people
Awaiting for the gun 

For land land land land
Oklahoma land
They came out here to the wild frontier
Across the Cimarron
To run....

There were near two thousand acres
Not enough to go around
If he had no transportation
A man's luck soon ran down

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And that's all I can remember.  Usually I've cracked myself up by now.