Texty: Three Dog Night. Tulsa Turnaround.

Oh, Lord I wish I had never been stoned
'Cause when I get high I can't leave those women alone
Omaha sheriff and his boys getting ready to slaughter
Lookin' for the man who turned on the mayor's daughter

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing
Down in the holler every evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah
You know a funky butt a-showed me the Tulsa turnaround
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all

Five miles o' road between me and the hounds
A rosey throat sheriff and his deputies trackin' me down
Wish I was back in Macon takin' it easy
'Cause when a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's a-gonna get a-greasy

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing
Down in the holler every evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah
You know a funky butt a-showed me the funky turnaround
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down
Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all

Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing, yeah
Down in the holler every evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah
You know a funky butt showed me the Tulsa turnaround
Stepped on my toes, turned me on then turned me down
Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all

Tulsa turnaround
Turna turna turna turna turna
Turnaround turnaround
Turna turnaround, yeah
Turna turna
'Cause I hear all my friends doing this