Lyrics to Oklahoma
Brand new state,
brand new state,
gonna treat you great!
Gonna give you barley, carrots and potatoes,
pasture for the cattle, spinach and tomatoes!
Flowers on the prairie where the June bugs zoom,
plenty of air and plenty of room -
plenty of room to swing a rope,
plenty of heart and plenty of hope!
where the wind comes, sweepin down the plain.
And the wavin wheat can sure smell sweet,
when the wind comes right behind the rain.
every night my honey lamb and,
sit alone and talk and watch the hawk,
making lazy circles in the sky.
We know, we belong to the land.
And the land, we belong to its grand.
And then we say: Yeeow!
We're only saying:
You're doing fine, Oklahoma -
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