| There’s a highway cross the prairie there’s a jet trail cross the sky
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| There’s a pain in me from the things I see
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| And I’m just too tired to care awhile
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| Like a loco weed I grow crazy like the cactus I grow wild
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| Well there’s true then there’s dreams that I’m stucking between
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| Left with the emptiness inside
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| The Oklahoma wind just keeps on blowing
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| It never stops the thing that just keeps growing
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| Lord if I could have my way I’d be just like my friend
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| Like the Oklahoma wind
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| Uh huh huh like the Oklahoma wind
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| Tumbleweeds roll through the city city trucks roll through the plains
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| Sadness rolls through me cause I long to be free
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| And I know that I’ll never break these chains
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| Like a loco weed I grow crazy like the cactus I grow wild
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| Well there’s truth and there’s dreams that I’m stucking between
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| Left with the emptiness inside
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| The Oklahoma wind just keeps on blowing
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| It never stops the thing that just keeps growing
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| Lord if I could have my way I’d be just like my friend
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| Like the Oklahoma wind
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| Uh huh huh like the Oklahoma wind |