It ain't the pink blue skies or the way the sun dies in the evening
Ain't the sage or the windmills out where the thunder rolls
Ain't a poster on the wall from the '99 fall, when Ragweed filled this bar
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 coming home, probably shoulda told ya
But I just can't leave Oklahoma
It ain't the open road, no matter which way to go, just to clear your mind
It's not the four way stop, with the old Blair bar and the flashing light
It ain't the flatland farms or the dried up ponds I'm passing by
It ain't the shelter belt that stood there and held strong since '39
I should roll on down the highway
I should put this two tone half ton in the wind
Ain't coming home, probably shoulda told ya
But I just can't leave Oklahoma
They say sooner or later the cowboy leaves
But no, not me
Yeah, I should roll on down the highway
I should put this two tone half ton in the wind
Ain't coming home, probably shoulda told ya
But I just can't leave Oklahoma
No, I just can't leave Oklahoma