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