Oklahoma

We're writing songs about old Henry
And the crops won't ever grow
I've got a pipe dream
About finding my way home

I've got Hank Jr. on the radio
And Johnny in my soul
I'm just a tumbleweed
Out on the open road

So throw your boots on baby
Lace them things up tight
Buckle up now baby
You're in for a ride

[Chorus:]
Cuz if it's Oklahoma that's calling
Then it's to Oklahoma we're going
Yeah if there's hope for those who follow me
We can find it on the I-135

Well, then open hearts a broken heart
At least that's what they say
Oh, then my heart's about as open as can be
Oh, then I'm okay with searching
Through that southern comfort
In that Mason-Dixon
That was drawn out just for me
Just for me, yeah

[Chorus] (Oklahoma's calling, baby)

So throw your boots on baby
Lace them things up tight
Buckle up now baby
You're in for a ride

[Chorus]

We're writing songs about old Henry
And the crops won't ever grow
I've got a pipe dream
About finding my way home