Oklahoma  where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain

And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain

Oklahoma  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

And the land we belong to is grand

And when we say

Yeeow  Ayipioeeay

We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine  Oklahoma

Oklahoma O K

Oklahoma  where the wind comes sweepin'
Down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain