"California Okie" lyrics

I'm a first-generation, genuine California Okie
Born in Barstow, raised in Bakersfield
My Ma and Pa were orphans of the Oklahoma dust bowl
I was born in the back of a rusty Oldsmobile

My Daddy followed his dream West and when we laid his soul to rest
I know he finally found that promised land
And now I am a working man and with the help of the good Lord's hand
My kids will have what daddy never had

I'm a first-generation, genuine California Okie
Born in Barstow, raised in Bakersfield
My Ma and Pa were orphans of the Oklahoma dust bowl
I was born in the back of a rusty Oldsmobile

Well, I like Jimmy Rodgers songs, corn bread, beans and honky tonks
I like the smell of a new mowed field of hay
This valley's in my blood and bones the sand walking where I call home
Where I belong is where I'm gonna stay

I'm a first-generation, genuine California Okie
Born in Barstow, raised in Bakersfield
My Ma and Pa were orphans of the Oklahoma dust bowl
I was born in the back of a rusty Oldsmobile

I'm a born and bred, cornbread-feed California Okie