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Helen Reddy - Tulsa Turnaround lyrics
Oh Lord I wish I had never been stoned ‘Cause when I get high I can’t leave those women alone Omaha sherrif and his boys ready to slaughter Lookin’ for the man who turned on the mayor’s daughter Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of thing Down in the holler every evenin’ you cuold hear her sing, yeah You know a funky butt a-showed me the Tulsa turnaround Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all Five miles o’road between me and the hounds A rosey throat sherrif and his deputies trackin’ me down Wish I was back in Macon takin’ it easy ‘Cause when a man ‘s gonna eat fried chicken he’s a -gonna get a-greasy Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of thing Down in the holler every evenin’ you cuold hear her sing, yeah You know a funky butt a-showed me the funky turnaround Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of thing, yeah Down in the holler every evenin’ you cuold hear her sing, yeah You know a funky butt showed me the Tulsa turnaround Stepped on my toes, turned me on and then turned me down Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all Tulsa turnaround Turna turna turna turna turna Turnaround turnaround Turna turnaround, yeah Turna turna ‘Cause I hear all my friends doing this |
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