| Down by the Canadian River early one morning in spring
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| I wondered what I might give her to go with a gold wedding ring
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| The land that my granddaddy fought for
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| The land where my two parents lie
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| A piece of my sweet Oklahoma
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| A home for my sweetheart and I
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| Here in home sweet Oklahoma how sweet it can be
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| And home sweet Oklahoma is a home sweet home to me
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| Granddaddy came down from Kansas back in those Cimmaron days
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| He met my Grandma in Guthrie and gave up his roustabout ways
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| He bought him some land by the river
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| Raised him some cattle and corn
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| Built him a house in the cottonwood grove
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| And that’s where my daddy was born
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| Here in home sweet Oklahoma how sweet it can be
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| And home sweet Oklahoma is a home sweet home to me
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| Now I wake up after midnight and quietly slip from my bed
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| I go out and stand in the meadow and gaze at the stars overhead
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| The moon is high in the heavens
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| So bright that the stars disappear
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| I thank God for my sleeping family
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| I thank God for putting me here
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| Here in home sweet Oklahoma how sweet it can be
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| And home sweet Oklahoma is a home sweet home to me |