Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain..
And the wavin' wheat, can sure smell sweet..
when the wind comes right behind the rain..
Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honeylamb and I..
Sit alone and talk, and watch a hawk making 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! Ayipioeeay!"
We're only sayin' "You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!"
O-K- L - A - H - O - M - A