Was in the town of Tulsa in the ‘30s years ago
At Cain’s Academy down in old Oklahome—
Well, the dust was blowin’ but the music was right
And W. Lee O’Daniel played all night

For the Light [bad word] Dough Boys and W. Lee O’Dan
We drove eighty miles through that blowin’ sand--
My ’37 Chevy was a-shootin’ steam [bad word]  up the hills just east of Pawnee

But I wouldn’t miss a dance on Saturday night
For all of them Chevys in that Detroit line—
I can hear that music in my ears
I’m ready to go and I’m shiftin’ them gears

So just pass me the biscuits and give me your hand
You know you’re my honey, and you know I’m your man—
Listen to the fiddler makin’ it sing
And hear the pretty notes of the guitar ring

I got no troubles, I’m feelin’ no pain
I got moonshine whisky down in my veins—
So let the Light [bad word] Dough Boys and Old Pappy Dan
Play us a song we’ll never forget. . . 

Now, they say times are rough and money is tight
But I don’t care on Saturday night—
I got no money, but I can’t sing the blues
When I feel like dancin’ down in my shoes.

Repeat first verse

Author: Johnny Cash