Ah, those wanderin’ red dirt roads
You never know where they will go
As you travel ‘cross the country
Finding little towns that you don’t know
You wonder how they cropped up
What made folks put down roots
Why did they build a town in that spot
A place to put their hats and boots
So many things made a difference
In why a town was built where it was
One of the things that was needed
Was water to help their cause
The railroad made such a difference
Once that mode of transportation grew
Can you imagine not being able to travel
The way we always are able to do?
So this is why this quaint little town
Called Bessie, Oklahoma was created
And folks are mighty glad it was
It cannot be understated
They made sure Bessie had a church
Worshiping was always a part of life
Folks loved this town so much that they
Settled down with their kids and wife!
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