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Well, I rolled into Moffett Oklahoma 
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A Down by the Arkansas state line ... 
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I walked into a honky tonk and G ordered 
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A glass - of California wine. {P} 
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{NC} He said, "We got Oklahoma Blue 
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And Arkansas homebrew 
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But, No sir, we don't dig that foreign kind ... 
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We got Brandy, Rum and Gin 
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And moonshine for the men 
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But we don't dig no California wine." 
 
A big cat stood up at a piano 
His beard was at least a foot long 
I walked up to the bandstand and asked him 
To play me a hillbilly song. {P} 
 
{NC} He said, "We play Rock and we play Pop 
We play Blues and we play Bop 
But, No sir, we don't dig, 'Down On The Farm' 
We play Jazz and we play Jerk 
And we watch those mini-skirts 
But we don't dig no hillbilly song." 
 
I sat myself down at a poker table 
The sign said, Dealers' Choice - I played awhile 
When my deal came, I flipped the first card over 
Said, "Spit in the ocean, Cucamonga style!" {P} 
 
{NC} He said, "We play Draw and we play Stud 
And I mean, bud, we play for blood 
But, No sir, we don't dig no, 'Nothin' wild!' 
You can buy one in a pinch 
Stack the deck or check a cinch 
But, we don't dig no, 'Cucamonga style'." 
 
(Change to E:) 
I dropped a dollar on the blackjack table 
And told the dealer, "Let the face cards fall!" 
I turned over 18 and said, "Hit me!" 
Well, he did and that's the last thing I recall. 
 
Well, I guess you know the rest 
I've got my semi pointed West 
Yessir - whine, big Diesel, whine 
And if I ever see old Moffett, Oklahoma, again 
It'll be west of the California line. 
 
TAG: They'll have to move it - west of that California line.