Oklahoma

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-e-ay"
We're only sayin' "You're doin' fine, Oklahoma
Oklahoma, O.K."

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
Oklahoma, where the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain
Oklahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Ev'ry night we sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky

We know we belong to the land (Yo-ho)
And the land we belong to is grand (Yip-i-yi)
Yip-i-yi, yip-i-yi, yip-i-yi, yip-i-yi, yip-i-yi
And when we say "Yeeow A-yip-i-o-e-ay"
We're only sayin' "You're doin' fine, Oklahoma
Oklahoma, you're O.K."

Oklahoma, Oklahoma
Oklahoma, Oklahoma
Oklahoma, Oklahoma

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand
And when we say "Yeeow A-yip-i-o-e-ay"
We're only sayin' "You're doin' fine, Oklahoma
Oklahoma, O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A
Oklahoma, yeeow"