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From YouTube: City Hall Sessions - Episode 11 - Susan Herndon
Description
In City Hall Sessions, Oklahoma City Mayor David Holt hosts artists in his office for a concert to highlight the musical talent coming into and coming from OKC. We had the pleasure of hosting a performance by Susan Herndon recently, taped June 22nd, 2021.
A
I
have
a
special
guest
here
today,
he's
he's
kind
of
a
guest
star
in
every
single
one
of
these
episodes
that
we've
ever
had,
because
this
is
dg
smalling,
the
artist.
What
do
we
call
it?
I
think
this
is
the
grand
buffalo,
the
grand
buffalo,
that
is
featured
behind
every
artist.
We
have
on
city
hall
sessions,
so
he's
here
as
an
audience
member
today.
A
B
B
B
B
It's
pulled,
pull
it
all
together,
pull
pull
it
apart.
You
pull
in
my
leg,
you
tugged
on
my
heart.
You
pulled
me
to
you
pulled
me
to
you,
pull
me
to
you
to
find
a
new
start.
I
thought
I
was
strong.
I
thought
I
was
sure
you
think
you
got
a
handle
on
at
all,
but
there
are
currents.
There
are
lines
and
lures
so
watch
over
your
heart,
or
else
you
might
just
fall
and
then
you
have
to
pull
pull
it
all
together,
pull
pull
it
apart.
B
B
B
C
C
B
C
B
B
B
B
B
B
B
B
C
B
B
B
B
In
the
morning,
two
guys
in
hard
hats
of
corn,
yellow,
are
leaning
on
their
shovels
talking
next
to
their
truck
and
rolling
right
past
them.
I
wave
and
say
hello
as
they
try
to
fill
some
holes
with
black
asphalt
and
muck
in
the
bright
day.
Birds
are
bathing
in
a
pothole
on
birch
street
and
I
stroll
past
five
churches
on
my
way
back
up
to
cherry
and
there's
a
big
new
bank
on
broadway.
B
Yes,
I'm
going
home
on
the
bad
bad
roads
of
oklahoma,
I
swerved
to
miss
a
car
on
highway
48
and
it's
a
highway
patrolman
who
turns
around
and
pulls
me
over
and
I'm
driving
to
my
work.
So
now
I'm
running
late.
He
just
gives
me
a
warning
and
at
the
turnpike
I
can
pay
a
toll
and
I
have
to
say
I
wonder:
where
does
all
our
money
go.
C
B
B
B
B
How
the
cows
seem
choreographed
grazing
in
their
fields
and
in
bristol
I
get
stopped,
because
at
the
stop
I
only
yield
and
I
curse
down
the
main
street.
That's
all
torn
apart.
All
the
red
and
yellow
flowers
growing
everywhere.
My
could
nurse
my
broken
heart
and
I
wonder
what
I
should
do
about
my
broken
marriage
and
I
wonder
how
I
can
pay
to
fix
the
broken
windshield
and
the
broken
handle
on
this
here,
carriage
that
I'm
driving
home.
B
Oh,
the
farms
and
barns
and
bales
of
hay
in
rivers,
hills
and
plains.
Though
I
drive
past
them
every
day.
They
never
look
the
same
and
the
railroads
and
junkyards
and
old
cars
and
antique
shops
line
the
back
roads
of
oklahoma
and
they
make
you
want
to
stop
in
the
hazy
dusk.
A
deer
stares
at
me
from
the
shoulder
pastures
of
plenty
call,
as
I
turn
one
year,
older
and
they're,
possibly
playing
dead
and
dead
armadillo
on
their
backs,
and
I
take
these
bad
roads
of
oklahoma,
which
there
is
no
lack
and
I'm
driving
home.