Oklahoma (Acoustic)

It ain't the pink, blue skies or the way the sun dies in the evening
It ain't the sage or the windmills out where the thunder rolls
It ain't a poster on the wall from the '99 fall
When your rack weed filled this bar
Yeah, 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 wind
Ain't comin' home, probably shoulda told you
But I just can't leave Oklahoma

It ain't the flower he filled with them green heads deep in December
Ain't the smell of the bloom of the redbuds every spring
It ain't the red clay roads or them broken arrows
Where the buffalo used to roam
It's the spell and the touch and the love of a Yukon rose

I should roll on down the highway
I should put this two-tone half-ton in the wind
Ain't comin' home, probably shoulda told you
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 wind
Ain't comin' home, probably shoulda told you
But I just can't leave Oklahoma
No, I just can't leave Oklahoma