Oklahoma Lottery

We hang our hope with the clothes on the line
 The corn leaves reach to the ground
 The horses beat the first of the dust
 With their hooves in the grooves from the wagon wheels round
 The wind stirs the fields, the earth shakes loose
 The horizon's a blurry line
 The dust seeps in through the cracks in the windows
 To where the children sit restless inside
 I'm sorry we're losin' the Oklahoma Lottery
 We're prayin' on our knees
 There's no work to be done until the rain starts to fall
 So you pack up your old jalopy
 Mama said the preacher man is way out of line
 Askin' for the rain to fall
 She said "If God had meant to, he wouldn't forget
 "And so it ain't our business at all"
 But Papa said "If God cared a little bit about us
 "Then he wouldn't have left us to die"
 He ties a 'kerchief 'round his face puts his goggles on his eyes
 Kicks the door and stalks outside
 I'm sorry we're losin' the Oklahoma Lottery
 We're prayin' on our knees
 There's no work to be done until the rain starts to fall
 So you pack up your old jalopy
 You got some friends who say they're workin' out in California
 So you pack up everything you can hold
 With some vague hope
 But you know you left your soul with the corn back in Oklahoma
 I'm sorry we're losin' the Oklahoma Lottery
 We're prayin' on our knees
 There's no work to be done until the rain starts to fall
 So you pack up your old jalopy
 And drive
 And drive