| They couldn’t pick a better time to start in life!
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| It ain’t too early and it ain’t too late.
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| Startin' as a farmer with a brand new wife
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| Soon be living in a brand new state!
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| Brand new state.
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| Gonna treat you great!
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| Gonna give you barley
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| Carrots and pertaters
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| Pasture for the cattle
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| Spinach and termayters!
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| Flowers on the prairie where the June bugs zoom
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| Plen’y of air and plen’y of room
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| Plen’y of room to swing a rope!
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| Plen’y of heart and plen’y of hope!
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| O -k-
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| lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain,
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| And the wavin' wheat
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| Can sure smell sweet,
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| When the wind comes right behind the rain
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| O -k-
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| lahoma, ev’ry night my honey lamb and I
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| Sit alone and talk
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| And watch a hawk makin' lazy circles in the sky
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| We know we belong to the land
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| And the land we belong to is grand!
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| And when we say
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| Yeow!
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| We’re only sayin'
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| You’re doin' fine Oklahoma!
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| Oklahoma! |
| OK
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| O -k-
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| lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
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| Oklahoma!
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| Where the wavin' wheat
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| Can sure smell sweet,
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| When the wind comes right behind the rain
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| O -k-
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| lahoma, ev’ry night my honey lamb and I,
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| Ev’ry night
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| We sit alone and talk
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| and watch a hawk
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| Making lazy circles in the sky
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| We know we belong to the land
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| And the land we belong to is grand
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| Yippy-yi!
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| Yippy-yi!
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| Yippy-yi!
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| Yippy-yi!
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| Yippy-yi!
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| Yippy-yi!
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| And when we say
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| We’re only sayin'
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| You’re doin' fine Oklahoma!
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| Oklahoma, OK
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| Okla — homa
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| Okla — homa
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| Okla — homa
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| Okla — homa
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| We know we belong to the land
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| And the land we belong to is grand
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| And when we say
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| We’re only sayin'
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| You’re doin' fine Oklahoma!
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| Oklahoma,
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| Oklahoma!
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| Yeow! |