Oklahoma
Oklahoma,
Where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain,
& the waving wheat
can sure smells sweet,
When the wind comes right behind the rain!
O o k la ho ma, 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 be long to is grand!
And when we say: Yeow!
a yip i o ee ay!
We're on ly sayin' "Your doin' fine Oklahoma! Ok la ho ma! O. K."
O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A;
Oklahoma, OK! Yeow!