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With the dawn of '75, A new man came to town.
He had a goal and would survive.
No one could bring him down
Diggin’and drilling, Right on this spot, American oil was born.
On a camping trip 50 years ago, my brother and I composed this little ditty for the 100th anniversar
Back in 1859, In the land of deer and pine, Colonel Drake beside a hill
I'd like to share a coke and pizza pie with Colonel Drake A most informal setting for our mid- day dining break.
Screech, screech, the oil-wells go. Nigh fifty years, I've heard the so:
'Tis music to my ear.
Number two and number 3
Hold the same shrill rivalry:
Seems as though they can't afford
To strike up any other cord.