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 Country Bumpkin’
Miles, Ole’ Buddy, you were told who’s number one,
Be a man and admit it, since the kickin’ is over and done.
Your bullets just bounced off our defense made of steel,
So, put your foot in your mouth because the Sooners are for real!
Don’t get yourself upset, it’s just the natural order of things,
Cowboys have high hopes but Sooners wear the championship rings.
You’re like a country bumpkin, with eyes wide and bright,
But you can’t see from Stillwater, this city’s big bright light.
JRS © 11-01-03
The "Okie" Poet
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