Texty: Tracy Grammer & Dave Carter. Drum Hat Buddha. Love, The Magician.

She come down from oklahoma with her brown-eyed pride and joy
She come down from oklahoma with her brown-eyed pride and joy
The fair-haired desdemona and her ramblin guitar boy

Well they kept to thorn-brake thickets 'cause her daddy was a log-chain man
Yeah they kept to thorn-brake thickets 'cause her daddy was a log-chain man
On a night as long and wicked as the scar on his tattooed hand

Fly away, fly away little wildwood flower
Lift your cares to the wind coyote and whine
Your rolling tears, your restless visions
Rattle up to love, the magician

Well, he tracked 'em by the muddy waters, and he trailed 'em by the lonely lake
Yeah he tracked 'em by the muddy waters, and he trailed 'em by the lonely lake
But he only saw two young otters swimmin over by the farther bank

Fly away, fly away ...

They stole through the head-high blossoms when he set his hound dogs run
Yeah they stole through the head-high blossoms when he set his hound dogs run
And they dogs treed two white possoms at the risin of an angry sun

Fly away, fly away ...

When the old man come to find 'em there wasn't nothin for to meet the eye
When the old man come to find 'em there wasn't nothin for to meet the eye
Just a pair of lovebirds risin in the blue and boundless sky