Текст песни: Oklahoma Lottery + перевод

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

Перевод песни Oklahoma Lottery