Oke-She-Moke-She - Big Joe Turner

Well I’m from the country baby, just blowed into your great big town

Well I’m from the country baby, just blowed into your great big town

Well, I heard about you baby and I know what you’ve been putting down

Well I know you baby, you’re from Oke-She-Moke-She-Pop

Well I know you baby, you’re from Oke-She-Moke-She-Pop

Well, it ain’t no city, just a little old whistle stop

Well, now you remember, please don’t hold me so tight

Well, now you remember, please don’t hold me so tight

We standing on the corner and it might not look just right

It’s been a long time, since I carried your books to school

It’s been a long time, since I carried your books to school

We had a whole lotta fun riding home on grandpa’s mule

Jump into my Roadmaster baby, this time we’re riding in class

Jump into my Roadmaster baby, this time we’re riding in class

We’ll talk all about the future and foget about the past