Okie From Muskogee
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;
We don't take our trips on LSD
We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street;
We like livin' right, and bein' free.
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all
We don't make a party out of lovin';
We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;
We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.
Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear;
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen.
Football's still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids here still respect the college dean.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.
Na cmentarzu zydowskim odbywa sie pogrzeb malego dziecka. Nad otwartym grobem stoi matka i zawodzi:
- Kochany syneczku, jak staniesz przed obliczem Stworcy wypros u niego duzo pieniedzy dla twoich rodzicow i szczesliwa starosc. I wyblagaj u Wiekuistego, zby twoje dwie siostry mogly byc zaopatrzone w duzy posag, a Twoi bracia Natan i Dawid, zby dostali za zone dobre i ladne, pobozne panny. A twego najstarszego brata Chaima, zby zwolnili z wojska. I popros Jehowe, zby twoj kochany wujek Abram wreszcie wyzdrowial...
Obok zawodzacej matki stoi oparty o lopate grabarz. Kiedy litania prosb ciagnie sie w nieskonczonosc, grabarz traca zawodzaca kobiete i mowi:
- Paniusiu kochana, jak sie ma tyle interesow do kogos to sie nie posyla takiego malego dziecka, tylko sie idzie samemu!
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