Oklahoma

Oklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plain

And the waving wheat can sure smell sweet

When the wind comes right behind the rain

Oklahoma every night my honey lamb and I

Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk

Making lazy circles in the sky

We know we belong to the land and the land we belong to is grand

And when we say ah yippee yo ah yea

We're only saying you're doin' fine Oklahoma

Oklahoma, O K L A H O M A, Oklahoma, yow