Oklahoma

I have a home in my pocket
And when it's unfolded it's bigger than the state of Kansas, or Missouri
Or Wyoming
And I have a hole in my head
And when I bend over, everything just pours right out to the floor
Goodbye, memories

'Cause memories make me sad, memories make me mad
Now I know why my head lets my mind fall out
Yes, it's true, now I know the reason why my head
Lets my mind fall out of my skull

I had a dream of a train
Climbing the tracks
It took me up to Machu Picchu
Where I threw those memories into
And Oklahoma, I miss you
I miss your trees and your oil fields, tall and blue
That's where I threw those memories into

'Cause memories make me sad
Memories make me mad
And now I know, why my head lets my mind fall out
Yes, it's true, now I know the reason why my head lets my mind fall out of my skull

Oh, memories, I hate you
Oh, memories, I hate you
Oh, memories, I hate you