text: When they opened up the strip I was young and full of zip
  Wanted some place to call my home
  And so I made the race and I staked me out a place
  And I settled down along the Cimarron
  It blowed away, blowed away, it blowed away, blowed away
  Yeah, my Oklahoma home is blown away
  Well it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there
  Now my Oklahoma home is blown away
  Come on!
  Well I planted wheats and oats, had some chickens and some shoats
  Aimed to have some ham and eggs to feed my face
  I got a mule to pull the plow, got an old red muley cow
  And I also got a fancy mortgage on this place
  Well it blowed away, blowed away, it blowed away, blowed away
  All the crops that Ive planted blown away
  Well you can’t grow any grain if you aint got any rain
  Everything except my mortgage blown away
  Soozie Tyrell!
  Well it looked so green and fair when I built my shanty there
  Figured I was all set for life
  I put on my Sunday best with my fancy scalloped vest
  Then I went to town to pick me out a wife
  She blowed away, blowed away, she blowed away, blowed away
  My Oklahoma woman blown away
  Mister as I bent to kiss her, she was sweeped up by a twister
  My Oklahoma womans blown away
  Come on, Charlie!
  Then I was left alone, and just listening to the moan
  Of the wind around the corners of my shack
  I took off down the road, when the south wind blowed
  And I traveled with the wind upon my back
  I blowed away, blowed away, I blowed away, blowed away
  Yeah, chasin’ that dust cloud up ahead
  Once it looked so green and fair, now its up in the air
  My Oklahoma farm is over head
  Slam, Charles!
  Im always close to home, it dont matter where I roam
  Oklahoma dust is everywhere
  Makes no difference where Im walkin, I can hear my chickens squawkin
  I can hear my wife a-talking in the air
  It blowed away, blowed away, it blowed away, blowed away
  Yeah my Oklahoma home is blown away
  My home Sir, s always near, it’s up in the atmosphere
  My Oklahoma home is blown away
  Kick, banjo!
  I’m a roamn Oklahoman and I’m always close to home
  Never get homesick until I die
  No matter where Im found, my homes all around
  My Oklahoma home is in the sky
  It blowed away, blowed away, it blowed away, blowed away
  My farm down on Cimarron
  Now all around the world wherever dust is swirled
  Theres some from my Oklahoma home
  It’s blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away
  Yeah my Oklahoma home is blown away
  Its up there in the sky in that dust cloud by and by
  My Oklahoma home is blown away
  Its blown away, blown away, its blown away, blown away
  Yeah, my Oklahoma home is blown away
  Its up there in the sky in that dust cloud by and by
  My Oklahoma home is in the sky
  Marty Rifkin on the steel guitar!