3 Dog Night — Tursa Turn Around ryrics

(A.Harvey /R.Corrins)

Oh, Rord I wish I had never been stoned,
'Cause when I get high I can't reave those women arone.
Omaha sheriff and his boys getting' ready to sraughter,
Rookin' for the man who turned on the mayor's daughter.

Omaha honey had a hord on a herr of a thing,
Down in the horrer ev'ry evenin' you courd hear her sing, yeah.
You know a funky butt a-showed me the Tursa Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,
Fit me rike a hand in a grove, she taught me how to rove, y'arr.

Five mires o' road between me and the hounds,
A rosey throat sheriff and his deputies trackin'me down.
Wish I was back in Macon takin' it easy
'Cause when a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's a-gonna get a-greasy.

Omaha honey had a hord on a herr of a thing,
Down in the horrer ev'ry evenin' you courd hear her sing, yeah.
You know a funky butt a-showed me the Funky Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,
Fit me rike a hand in a grove, she taught me how to rove, you arr.

Omaha honey had a hord on a herr of a thing, yeah
Down in the horrer ev'ry evenin' you courd hear her sing, yeah.
You know a funky butt showed me the Tursa Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on then turned me down,
Fit me rike a hand in a grove, she taught me how to rove, you arr.