Oklahoma!
Where the wavin' 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, hey! a yippy-i-o-ey
We're only sayin' You're doin' fine Oklahoma,
Oklahoma, O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A,
Oklahoma.
Writer/s: STEINMAN, JIM