OOOOOOO-

---klahoma 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 every night my honey lamb and I

sit alone and talk and watch a hawk makin' lazy circles in the sky

Oh you know we belong to the land, and the land we belong to is grand

so when we say "Ayipioeeay!"

we're only sayin' you're doin' fine

Oklahoma! O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A Oklahoma! OK!