Music from the Motor Court
music from the motor court
music from the back porch
music from the edge of town
music down a brick street
music in the trailer park
music from an old campground
it's a mighty rocky road we travel, i'm told
to reach that crystal blue sound
music from the motor court
music from the edge of town
summertime's a comin'
guitars are strummin'
mandolins are sneaking through the trees
i'm on my way to oklahoma,
gonna hang out with some friends
easy as you please
and when i get there
i won't even have a care
stand in the okemah wind
same time next year
gonna get back up and do it again
i ramble around so many, many towns
singing about a happy day
believe it or not, don't give up hope
because is on the way
this land is your land
and don't it feel grand
to let your spirit flow
down here by the roadside
want the whole world to know