I Ain't in Checotah Anymore

Where sixty nine meets forty

There's a single stoplight town

And back when I was really young

Part of that burned down

On any given Friday night

We'd drive a hundred miles

Between the Sonic and the grocery store

Laughin' all the 'while

With as many friends as I could pack

In my daddy's Ford

But I ain't in Checotah anymore

My hotel in Manhattan

Holds more people than our town

And what I just paid for dinner

Would be a down payment on a house

And rather be tippin' cows in Tulsa

Than hailing cabs here in New York

But I ain't in Checotah anymore

I'm in a world so wide

It makes me feel small sometimes

I miss the big, blue sky

The Oklahoma kind

In a world of long, red carpets

The bright lights of Hollywood

All the paparazzi flashin'

Could make a girl feel pretty good

You can get anything you want here

Except a Wal-Mart store

But I ain't in Checotah anymore

I'm in a world so wide

It makes me feel small sometimes

I miss the big, blue skies

The Oklahoma kind

Where the Wildcats beat the Iron Heads

Old Settler's day and the Okra Fest

After prom, down at the bowlin' lanes

Catching crappy fish in Eufala Lake

I ain't in Checotah anymore

Oh, yeah!

I'm in a world so wide

It makes me feel small sometimes

I miss the big, blue skies

The Oklahoma kind

But I ain't in Checotah

No, I ain't in Checotah

Oh, there's nothin' like Oklahoma

Where sixty nine meets forty

There's a single stoplight town