Where's that gal with the red dress on Some folks call her Dinah Stole my heart away from me Way down in Louisiana Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Would you like to go to Tulsa? And you can bet your boots, I would Oh, just let me off at Archer And I'll walk down to Greenwood Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Well, the little bee sucks the blossom But the big bee gets the honey Little man picks the cotton But the big man gets the money Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Ohh, would you talk now Horn hay from Nashville One more time y'all She went down to Tulsa That's where she told me to meet her She pulled up her petticoat And I pulled out for well, well, well Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Well, who's that gal with the blue dress on Man, ain't that a mini Oh, Didn't you ain't got any Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Walkin' talkin' Suzy Walkin' talkin' Suzy Walkin' talkin' Suzy Walkin' talkin' Suzy Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to wed thee Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry