It ain't the pink-blue skies or the way the sun dies in the evening
Ain't the sage or the windmills out where the thunder rolls
Ain't a poster on the wall from the '99 fall, when Ragweed filled this bar
It's an Okie gal that stole this Tennessee heart
I should roll on down the highway
I should put this two-tone half ton in the wi-ind
Ain't coming home, probably shoulda told ya
But I just can't leave Oklahoma
It ain't the open road, no matter which way to go, just to clear your mind
It's not the four-way stop, at the old Blair bar with the flashing light
It ain't the flatland farms or the dried-up ponds I'm passing by
It ain't the shelter beuilt that stood there and held strong since '39
I should roll on down the highway
I should put this two-tone half ton in the wi-ind
Ain't coming home, probably shoulda told ya
But I just can't leave Oklahoma
They say sooner or later the cowboy leaves
But no, not me
I should roll on down the highway
I should put this two-tone half ton in the wi-ind
Ain't coming home, probably shoulda told ya
But I just can't leave Oklahoma
No, I just can't leave Oklahoma