[Verse 1] We hang our hope with the clothes on the line The corn leaves reach to the ground The horses beat the first of the dust With their hooves in the grooves from the wagon wheels round [Verse 2] The wind stirs the fields, the earth shakes loose The horizons a blurry line The dust seeps in through the cracks in the windows To where the children sit restless inside [Chorus] Im sorry were losin the Oklahoma Lottery Were prayin on our knees Theres no work to be done until the rain starts to fall So you pack up your old jalopy [Verse 3] Mama said the preacher man is way out of line Askin for the rain to fall She said If God had meant to, he wouldnt forget And so it aint our business at all [Verse 4] But Papa said If God cared a little bit about us Then he wouldnt have left us to die He ties a kerchief round his face puts his goggles on his eyes Kicks the door and stalks outside [Chorus] Im sorry were losin the Oklahoma Lottery Were prayin on our knees Theres no work to be done until the rain starts to fall So you pack up your old jalopy [Verse 5] You got some friends who say theyre workin out in California So you pack up everything you can hold With some vague hope But you know you left your soul with the corn back in Oklahoma [Chorus] Im sorry were losin the Oklahoma Lottery Were prayin on our knees Theres no work to be done until the rain starts to fall So you pack up your old jalopy And drive And drive
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