168 Chairs in Oklahoma

One hundred sixty-eight chairs
Line the dark pool with much despair.
Many lost their wonderful lives.
Little children, husbands, and wives.

Innocent people became bait
Because of two men filled with hate.
Into the cold grave each one dives.
Little children, husbands, and wives.

They will never awake from their deep sleep.
Their souls are now the lord's to keep.
At heaven’s gate many souls arrive.
Little children, husbands, and wives.

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