Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plains
Where the wavin' wheat
Can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain

Oklahoma, every 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, hey, a yippy-i-o-ey
We're only sayin' You're doin' fine Oklahoma
Oklahoma, O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A
Oklahoma