Where's that gal with the red dress on
Some folks call her Dinah
Stole my heart away from me
Way down in Louisiana
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Would you like to go to Tulsa?
And you can bet your boots, I would
Oh, just let me off at Archer
And I'll walk down to Greenwood
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Well, the little bee s**s the blossom
But the big bee gets the honey
Little man picks the cotton
But the big man gets the money
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Ohh, would you talk now
Horn hay from Nashville
One more time y'all
She went down to Tulsa
That's where she told me to meet her
She pulled up her petticoat
And I pulled out for well, well, well
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Well, who's that gal with the blue dress on
Man, ain't that a mini
Oh, Didn't you ain't got any
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Walkin' talkin' Suzy
Walkin' talkin' Suzy
Walkin' talkin' Suzy
Walkin' talkin' Suzy
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to wed thee
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa
I'm too young to marry