- published: 14 Apr 2016
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An Okie is a resident or native of Oklahoma. Like most terms that disparage specific groups, it was applied by the dominant cultural group. It is derived from the name of the state, similar to Texan or Tex for someone from Texas, or Arkie or Arkansawyer for a native of Arkansas.
In the 1930s in California, the term (often used in contempt) came to refer to very poor migrants from Oklahoma (and nearby states). The Dust Bowl, and the "Okie" migration of the 1930s brought in over a million newly displaced people; many headed to the farm labor jobs advertised in California's Central Valley.
Dunbar-Ortiz (1996) argues that 'Okie' denotes much more than being from Oklahoma. By 1950, four million individuals, or one quarter of all persons born in Oklahoma, Texas, Arkansas, or Missouri, lived outside the region, primarily in the West. Prominent Okies in the 1930s included Woody Guthrie. Most prominent in the late 1960s and 1970s were country musician Merle Haggard and writer Gerald Haslam.
Check out our Great Depression workbook: http://www.amazon.com/Great-Depression-Dirty-Thirties/dp/1500862584/ In this video, the plight and flight of the Okies from the Dust bowl region to California is documented.
No matter their state of origin, all newcomers were dubbed Okies when they crossed the California border. Woody Guthrie talks about the extreme poverty he had seen across the country and sings "I Ain't Got No Home (In This World Any More)". The Dust Bowl premieres Nov. 18, 2012 on PBS
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Okies, live at Le Petit Chicago Original song by Okies Filmed by our good friend David Scrieciu Logo: Emilie Sibue Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/okiesband/?ref=bookmarks Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-317641596 Bandcamp: https://okiesband.bandcamp.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/okiesband?lang=en Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/okiesband/ Lyrics: Grant me, Lord, A modest one A simple home, A thankful son A bank to hold, My modest sum A wife to be, The one I love A church to build, A house of Gods A place to worship, All I want A common man, Of simple wants A modest son, Like anyone
Download track here: https://okiesband.bandcamp.com/track/calling-in Like us on Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/okiesband/ Drums; Thomas Aguinaga Keyboard; Sam Gendron Vocals & Guitar; Marc-Antoine Moisan Mixed by Marc-Antoine Moisan Mastered by Stefan Jurewicz Logo: Émilie Sibué
Merle and Willie - Okie from Muskogee 2009 live
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Well I met the man who killed my mother
He put holes inside her arms
No they were not marks of stigmata lord
Just a drug pumping empty heart
Well I met the man who took my father
Put him in jail and locked him away
Well they say he forgot his children lord
He might remember us again someday
I blame the devil
Well I met the man who killed my grandmother
He took her mind as the shotgun blew
A year later my grandfather followed her
He’d had enough and shot himself too
Well I met the man who took my good friend
Oh, but he was only seventeen
I saw him laying in a cushioned coffin lord
It wasn’t him staring back at me
I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don’t call me depressed, don’t call me sad
I’m giving up on this life I had
Well I met the man who raped my childhood
Oh well we were never young it’s true
But when everyone around you keeps dying lord
What the hell are we supposed to do
Well I met the man who took my sister
In a new family she will stay
And it’s true that my mother’s a sinner lord
She let another family fade away
I blame the devil, what else could it be
I blame Jesus he ain't answering me
Don’t call me depressed, don’t call me sad