Where's that gal with the red dress on some folks call her Dinah

Stole my heart away from me way down in carolina



Take me back to tulsa

I'm too young to marry

Take me back to Tulsa

I'm too young to marry.



Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey

Poor man picks the cotton rich man gets the money



Always wear a great big smile we neveer do act sour

Travel all over the country playin' music by the hour



I'd like to go to Tulsa you bet your boots I would

Let me off at archer st and I'll walk down to Greenwood