Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain
Where the waving wheat can sure smell sweet
when the wind comes right behind the rain
Oklahoma, every night my honey-lamb and I
sit along 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
And when we say Ay yippy yi ki yea
We're only saying You're doin' fine Oklahoma
Oklahoma your ok

(repeat second verse)

l-a-h-o-m-a Oklahoma