Letra de Tulsa Turnaround - Helen Reddy

Oh Lord he wishes he'd never been stoned
�Cause when he gets high he can�t leave those women alone
Omaha sherrif and his boys ready to slaughter
Lookin� for the man who turned on the mayor�s daughter

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of thing
Down in the holler every evenin� you could hear her sing
She said a funky bug showed me the Tulsa turnaround
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
Fit me like a hand in a glove, and he taught me how to love, y'all

Five miles of road between him and the hounds
A rosy-throat sherrif and his deputies trackin� him down
He wishes he was back in Macon takin� it easy
But if a man�s gonna eat fried chicken he�s gonna get greasy

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing
Down in the holler every evenin� you could hear her sing
She said a funky bug showed me the funky turnaround
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Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
Fit me like a hand in a glove, and he taught me how to love, y'all

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of thing
Down in the holler every evenin� you could hear her sing
She said a funky bug showed me the Tulsa turnaround
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
Fit me like a hand in a glove and he taught me how to love, y'all