Oklahoma

I am just a Yankee boy
Born and bred in Boston
Where there ain’t no wide open spaces to get lost in
But out here that’s all there is
And when the wind gets blowin'
It makes a certain sound, almost like the ocean
There’s a new moon, and the latest country tunes
Droning on the radio
Oklahoma, Oklahoma
I’m so far away from home
And I’m feeling low and lonesome tonight
As the wind howls in from across the great divide
I know I’m only standing
On a giant’s shoulders
I ain’t getting no younger and this world keeps getting colder
Sometimes I feel I’m barely
On my way to where I’m bound
Sometimes I wish I could lay this hammer down
Hellfire and brimstone
There’s some preacher droning on the radio
I am just a Yankee boy
Born and bred in Boston