Lyrics:
Osage (yes), Osage yes
Lost and found on Osage yes
How much time on Osage yes
I lost count on Osage yes
On Osage yes
Osage yes, on Osage, Osage
I grew up in Osage County
Near the Tulsa County line
Out west of town near the reservoir
Among the newly planted pines
I left home when I was younger
than you give
Think you got it turned around
Somewhere past the flood
Have yourself a sitty down
Osage Biscuit Club
Fine hand milled flour
Salt
When I was young I rode through Osage county
On a pretty fine pony both stubborn and old
We tread through the hills on a wind out of nowhere
Through
Circle circle then an X
Just one step to bind the hex
Sacred runes adorned
Then pierced with an Osage thorn
Shadows in the dark
Shadows in the dark
To pull the handcuff
Idan mi o kin se transfer
That's the password
Bro savage
Kilo de te fi lo
Yawo ni palmpay
Gucci pelu adidas
E de n sun passage
Osage
un vieux lion rococo
Comme disent les indiens c'est beau
Osage
Un train un orage conçu en fer
Passe avec son bruit dans la bruyère
Un jouet de
all their unsung
1921
Year after Osage
Blood bath
Year our children
Had no fun
They no longer see the sun
The sun was barely shining
Upon their face
Russellville to Tulsa
Sweet as Sonic Coca Cola
Like my Daddy and my Momma
Osage Cherokee all my history
Is always gonna be a part of me
Sweet home Oklahoma
Indian Dead”
Ol' Hickory cndrew Jackson drove ‘em down through Tennessee
From Ohio came the Osage the mountains, Cherokee
They left ‘em there to wither
of the great Osage
To those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow-white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma Hills where
of the great Osage
To those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow-white cotton grows
In those Oklahoma Hills where
the playful prairie breeze
And I feel back in those hills
Where I belong
Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills
the playful prairie breeze
And I feel back in those hills
Where I belong
Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills
I was born in Oklahoma in the rolling Osage hills
And I rode my pinto pony at full gallop for my thrills
And a song of joy and gladness bubbled
I was born in Oklahoma in the rolling Osage hills
And I rode my pinto pony at full gallop for my thrills
And a song of joy and gladness bubbled
From a long line of teachers, white Baptist preachers
He was born with an Indian will
His quiet dark eyes, reading the light
As he rode in the low Osage
prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
[Chorus]
As I turn life a page to the land of the great Osage
To those Oklahoma Hills where
life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In the Oklahoma hills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills where I was born
Where the black oil rolls and flows
And the snow white cotton grows
Bandfields or knocked down Osage
Playas rollin' trues and vogues wasn't thinkin' bout bladez
Pops had the gold lac with the peanut butter guts
Solid gold
I smoked many pipes in other Osage villages
I've been called brother by your people
Nella metropoli di Osage c'erano tanti gangster
Il più potente era Johnny, il gangster
E la mia storia comincia qua
Un giorno vidi una bella
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