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O — 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.

O — klahoma,
Every 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!)
“A-yippee-yo-i-ay!”
We’re only sayin’
You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma, O. K.!

Okla…homa

Okla…homa (etc.)

We know we belong to the land…
And the land we belong to is grand!
(Yippee-yi, yippee-yi, yippee-yi,
Yippee-yi, yippe-y, yippee-yi!)
And when we say (Yeeow!)
“A-yippee-yo-i-ay!”
We’re only sayin’
You’re doin’ fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma, O. K. L. A. H. O. M. A.,
Oklahoma!! Yeow!