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 noon sun gets too hot
I'll find us a cool spot
Back in Oklahoma

There's rattlers, and tattlers, and born again tractors
Back in Oklahoma
There's chicken hawks and carrot walks, and bohunks and podunks
Back in Oklahoma
Well, the truck stops here, and I'm glad to be near
My home in Oklahoma
To the night I pray, that tomorrow's the day
I'll be waking 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 missing them
Back in Oklahoma
So I pointed my old Pontiac, toward that little country shack
Back in Oklahoma

Wild catters drill dry wells, deeper than Satan's hell
Back in Oklahoma
Where the honky-tonk pickers
They got their brown bag of their liquor
Back in Oklahoma
At the Saturday night fish fry, that jug'll send me sky high
Back in Oklahoma
But, when Sunday morning comes around, you'll find my head bowed down
Back in Oklahoma
Well, it's either a twister, or the sun trying to blister
My back in Oklahoma
I'm digging onions and 'taters, frying fatback and tomatoes
Back in Oklahoma
They've 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 retiring, back in Oklahoma

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