Back in Oklahoma

I don't need a man to show me the way

Back to Oklahoma

I just need a fast freight and one night and one day

To be back in Oklahoma

Be it dusty or muddy or windy or warm

Back in Oklahoma

When the noon sun gets too hot

We'll find us a cool spot

Back in Oklahoma

There's rattlers and tattlers and born-again tractors

Back in Oklahoma

There's chicken hawks and cakewalks and bohunks and podunks

Back in Oklahoma

Well the truckstops here, I'm glad to be near

My home in Oklahoma

So tonight I'll pray, tomorrow's the day

I'll be waking up back in Oklahoma

I'd used to pray for the day I could move away

Far from Oklahoma

I wanted the bright lights, got tired of jump-starting truckers wives

Back in Oklahoma

But the path to lights dimmed, I started missing them

Back in Oklahoma

So I pointed my Pontiac toward that little country shack

Back in Oklahoma

Wildcatters drill dry wells deeper than Satan's hell

Back in Oklahoma

Where honky-tonk pickers got to brown-bag their liquors

Back in Oklahoma

At Saturday night fish fry that jug will send me sky high

Back in Oklahoma

When Sunday morning comes around

You'll find my head bowed down

Back in Oklahoma

The twister can lift me the sun can blister

My back in Oklahoma

I'm diggin' onions and 'taters fried and fatback and 'maters

Back in Oklahoma

They got moon pies and Nehis and women with beehives

Back in Oklahoma

Though I don't need the champagne

Keep your watch and gold chain

I'm retiring back in Oklahoma