They couldn't think of a better
It ain't too early and it ain't too late.
Soon be living in a brand new state.
where the June bugs zoom.
Plenty of there and plenty of room.
Plenty of room to swing a rope.
Plenty of heart and plenty
comes sweepin' down the plain.
when the wind comes right
my honey lamb and I sit alone
and talk and watch a hawk
making lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
and the land we belong to is grand.
You're doing fine, Oklahoma
Comes sweeping down the plain
Oklahoma, where the waving wheat
When the wind comes right
Every night we sit alone and talk and watch a
hawk making lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land.
And the land we belong to is grand.
Yippee -yi, yippee -yi, yippee -yi,
yippee -yi, yippee -yi, yippee -yi.
And when we say, oh, I -F -I -O -E -A,
Oklahoma, Oklahoma, Oklahoma,
We know we belong to the land,
and the land we belong to is grand.
we're only saying you're doing fine,