Oklahoma sing and play along

Oklahoma, where wind comes sweepin' down the plain,

and the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet when the wind comes right behind the rain.

Oklahoma, ev 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 belong to is grand!

And when we say

Yeeow! Ayipio ay!

We're only say you're doin' fine,

Oklahoma! Oklahoma, O.

K.