Liven north, Apache -n-Pine,
Drive a truck, to make my dime.
Spend my time, in the local bar,
Yeah, just me n this here guitar...
and I'm liven, yes I'm liven,
the Tulsa Blues.

Ain't got no one, to call my own.
I sit n wait by the telephone.
Without a woman this house ain't a home,
leaves me cryin in bed all alone...
and I'm a liven, yeah I'm a liven,
the Tulsa Blues.

Well, life's just a gamble, a throw of the dice.
The stakes are high and ya never win twice.
Even Oral Roberts will tell you so....
the Tulsa Blues will save your soul,
and I'm a liven, yes I'm liven,
the Tulsa Blues.

Well I'm a mean old dog, out on the prowl.
six foot three n a permanent scowl.
A snorten whiskey all over town,
and kicken shit keeps my boots looken brown,
and I'm a liven, yeah I'm a liven,
yeah I'm a liven, a whole lot a liven,
the Tulsa Blues.......

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