It makes me feel small sometimes,
I miss the big blue skies,
The Oklahoma kind
My hotel in Manhattan,
Holds more people than our town,
And what I just paid for dinner,
Would be a down payment on a house,
I'd rather be tipping cows in Tulsa,
Than hailing cabs here in New York,
But I ain't in Checotah anymore
But I ain't in Checotah,
No I ain't in Checotah,
Oh, there's nothing like Oklahoma
Where sixty nine meets fourty,
There's a single stoplight town