I'm going in. Wish me luck.
Ooook-lahoma, 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, Ev'ry 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
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!
(We had to memorize this song from the musical in grade school growing up in... OKLAHOMA. Not OK!)