Oklahoma

It ain't the pink-blue skies or the way the sun dies in the evening Ain't the sage or the windmills out where the thunder rolls Ain't a poster on the wall from the ' 99 Fall when ragweed filled this bar It's an Okie gal that stole this Tennessee heart I should roll on down the highway I should put this two-tone half-ton in the wind Ain't coming home, probably should've told you But I just can't leave Oklahoma It ain't the open road, no matter which Way to go, just to clear your mind It's not the four-way stop at the Old Blair Bar and the flashing lights It ain't the flatland farms and the dried-up ponds I'm passing by It ain't the shelter belt that's stood there and held strong since '39 I should roll on down the highway I should put this two-tone half-ton in the wind Ain't coming home, probably should've told you But I just can't leave Oklahoma They say sooner or later the cowboy leaves, but no, not me I should roll on down the highway I should put this two-tone half-ton in the wind Ain't coming home, probably should've told you But I just can't leave Oklahoma No, I just can't leave Oklahoma