Oklahoma

Oklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plain
And the wav-in 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
Makin lazy circles in the sky
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand
And when we say
Were only say-in «you're doing fine Oklahoma
Oklahoma OK»
Oklahoma where the wind comes sweeping down the plain, Oklahoma
Where the wav-in wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain
Oklahoma every night my honey lamb and I, Every night
We 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
Yippi-i
Yippi-i
Yippi-i
Yippi-i
Yippi-i
Yippi-i
And when we say
Were only say-in «you're doing fine Oklahoma
Oklahoma you’re OK»
Okla-homa
Okla-homa
Okla-homa
Okla-homa
Okla-homa
Okla-
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand
And when we say
Were only say-in «you're doing fine Oklahoma
Oklahoma»
Oklahoma!
Yeow!