Down by the Canadian River
early one morning in spring
I wondered what I might give her to
go with a gold wedding ring
The land that my granddaddy fought for
The land where my two parents lie
A piece of my sweet Oklahoma
A home for my sweetheart and I
Granddaddy came down from Kansas
back in those Cimmaron days
He met my Grandma in Guthrie and
gave up his roustabout ways
He bought him some land by the river
Raised him some cattle and corn
And that's where my daddy was born
Now I wake up after midnight
and quietly slip from my bed
I go out and stand in the meadow and
gaze at the stars overhead
The moon is high in the heavens
So bright that the stars disappear
I thank God for my sleeping family
I thank God for putting me here
