Back in Oklahoma

I don't need a map
To show me the way
Back to Oklahoma

I just need a fast freight
And one night and one day
Back in Oklahoma

Be it dusty or muddy
Or windy or warm
Back in Oklahoma

When the new sun gets too hot
We'll find us a cool spot
Back in Oklahoma

There's rattlers and tattlers
And born-again tractors
Back in Oklahoma

There's chicken hobs and cakewalks
There's bough huts and foul ducks
Back in Oklahoma

Where the truck stops here
And I'm glad to be near
My home in Oklahoma

So every night I'll pray
That tomorrow's the day
I'll be wakin' up back in Oklahoma

I used to pray for the day
I could move away
Far from Oklahoma

I wanted the bright lights
Got tired of jump-startin' truckers' wives
Back in Oklahoma

But the fancy lights dimmed
And I started missin' them
Back in Oklahoma

So I pointed my old Pontiac
Toward that little country shack
Back in Oklahoma

While catters drill dry wells
Deeper than Satan's hell
Back in Oklahoma

Where the honky-tonk bickers
Got to brown-bag their liquor
Back in Oklahoma

After Saturday night fish fry
That jug will send me sky high
Back in Oklahoma

But when Sunday mornin' comes around
You'll find my head bowed down
Back in Oklahoma

It's either a twister
Or the sun tryin' to blister
My back in Oklahoma

I'm diggin' onions and 'taters
Frying fatback and tomatoes
Back in Oklahoma

They got moon pies and knee-highs
And women with beehives
Back in Oklahoma

So I don't need your champagne
Keep your watch and gold chain
I'm a-retirin' back in Oklahoma

No, I don't need your champagne
Keep your watch and gold chain
I'm a-retirin' back in Oklahoma