Lyrics

SAMMY WALKER: "I have a friend in New York City named Gordon Friesen. This is a song I wrote for him, he's 79 years old. As a young man, I used to go visit him often and listen to him tell me stories about his growing up in the southwest of Oklahoma. Look away, old friend." [Verse 1] You blew in with a whirlwind of the dustbowl Shook hands with that dark old Kansas sky Tell me once again about those nightingale songs Let me see that black old duststorm fly [Chorus] Just look away, out across that lonesome prarie If you can't remember every silo, it's okay Just spin me an old-fashioned Oklahoma good time Look away, old friend, look away [Verse 2] Spin me out a rainbow of your travels Travels that havе took you near and far Tell me oncе again about your lifelong love Take me through the heavens to your star [Chorus] Just look away, out across that lonesome prarie If you can't remember every silo, it's okay Just spin me an old-fashioned Oklahoma good time Look away, old friend, look away [Verse 3] You sold the Daily Worker in Detroit city Passed out the truth among the lies You've always had a helping hand a-waitin' For every hungry kid who dropped by [Verse 4] So tomorrow I'll walk uptown on Broadway And ask the same old way, "How you been?" I'll pull up that old chair back in the parlor And ask you for your story once again [Chorus] Just look away, out across that lonesome prarie If you can't remember every silo, it's okay Just spin me an old-fashioned Oklahoma good time Look away, old friend, look away Just spin me an old-fashioned Oklahoma good time Look away, old friend, look away