Homesick, Lonesome, Hillbilly Okie Hank Thompson

I'm a homesick lonesome hillbilly okie
Lonesome for the Cookson hills
I came up north here
To work in the factory
To make a bunch of dollar bills

But I met a little gal
She was working in the factory
And now she's my loving wife
We got ourselves some half-Yankee babies
And I'm stranded here for life

Blue skies of Oklahoma
Stop calling to me
Cause smokey old smoke stacks
Are all I'll ever see

I get to work forty hours
Every week in the factory
Then I just get by
I'm a homesick lonesome hillbilly okie
And I will be till I die

Once I started in to save myself a little money
In case I get to go back
But before I got my debts all paid
The union called a strike