You Make Me Ill

                D
When they opened up the strip
        G                      D
I was young and full of zip
                                        A
I wanted some place to call my home
      D
And so I made the race
        G                      D
And I staked me out a place
                         A                    D
And I settled down along the Cimarron

             G
It blowed away
             D
It blowed away
                                       A
My Oklahoma home it blown away
         D
Well it looked so green and fair
          G                      D
When I built my shanty there
                         A                    D
Now my Oklahoma home is blown away