Junior Brown - The Gal From Oklahoma lyrics

She treats me fair and I never let her down She treats me fair I never let her down She's the girl from Oklahoma they call her Cissy Brown She's the sweetest little gal from Shilta to Brush Hill She's the sweetest little gal from Shilta to Brushill I'm proud to be her man and I know I always will Yodellay She comes from Oklahoma where the gra** grows high I'm gonna stay with her til the day that I die Til the day that I die, til the day that I die With the gal from Oklahoma til the day I die Yodellay When I hear a lonesome whistle blown by old seventy-five When I hear a lonesome whistle blown by old seventy-five It reminds me of my darlin' where she always lived her life She comes from Oklahoma where the gra** grows high I'm gonna stay with her til the day that I die Til the day that I die, til the day that I die With the gal from Oklahoma til the day I die Yodellay