Oklahoma!

Oklahoma!

 

Brand new state, Brand new state,

gonna treat you great!

Gonna give you barley,

carrots and potatoes,

Pasture fer the cattle,

Spinach and tomatoes

Flowers on the prairie

where the June bugs zoom,

Plen'y of air and plen'y of room,

Plen'y of room to swing a rope!

Plen'y of heart and plen'y of hope!

Oklahoma,

where the wind comes sweepin'

down the plain,

And the wavin' wheat

can sure smell sweet

When the wind comes

right behind the rain.

Oklahoma, ev'ry 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,

yeeow-a-yip-i-o-ee ay!

We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!

Oklahoma, OK!