And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet, When the wind comes right behind the rain.
OOOOk-lahoma, Ev'ry 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 (yo-ho)
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!
*****Pictures via Google