(*Bob Childers, Randy Crouch, Layle Stagner) Back in the Sixties* When things were strange Everybody saying there ready for change Out in the country in the heart of the land Sat a restless kid, guitar in his hand Well he had him a vision and he had him a dream Things around here ain't quite like they seem He followed his vision Sat out on a quest To find they way of life That suited him best Well he found him some others Who had the same dream All of them loners But somehow a team It was an outlaw band From Oklahoma Rolling through the night Like a summer thunder And the rain will wash us clean Yeah the rain will wash us clean They played the parties And the back road bars Scratching up gravel Shooting at stars They know who they are And they know what they did Striking up lightening And keeping it hid They were an outlaw band From Oklahoma Rolling through the night Like a summer thunder And the rain will wash us clean Oh the rain will wash us clean When you're tired of dreaming About the way it could be Pick up your axe Get on the bus with me And play for ones who never gave up They'll still be dancing when the sun comes up To an outlaw band From Oklahoma Rolling through the night Like a summer thunder And the rain will wash us clean Yeah the rain will wash us clean