(Curtis Leach - Claude McBride)



Well, I rolled into Moffet, Oklahoma

Down by the Arkansas state line

I walked into a honky tonk

And ordered a glass of California wine.



He said we got Oklahoma blue we got Arkansas homebrew

But no sir we don't dig that foreign kind

We got brandy rum and gin and moonshine for the men

But we don't dig no California wine.



A big cat stood up at a piano

His beard was at least a foot long

I walked up to the bandstand

And asked him to play me a hillbilly song.



He said we play rock and we play pop we play blues and we play bop

But no sir we don't dig down on the farm

We play jazz and we play jerk wnd we watch those miniskirts

But we don't dig no hillbilly song.



I sat myself down at a poker table

The sign said dealers' choice, I played awhile

When my deal came I flipped the first card over

Said spit in the ocean cucamonga style.



He said we play draw and we play stud and I mean bud we play for blood

But no sir we don't dig no nothin' wild

You can buy one in a pinch stack the deck or check a cinch

But we don't dig no cucamonga style.



I dropped a dollar on the blackjack table

And told the dealer let the face cards fall

ThenI turned over eighteen and said hit me

Well, he did and that's the last thing I recall.



Well, I guess you know the rest I've got my semi pointed West

Yes sir whine big diesel whine

And if I ever see old Moffet Oklahoma again

It'll be West of the California line.



They'll have to move it West of that California line...