Oklahoma

Oklahoma - Kate Smith

Oklahoma

Where the wind comes sweeping down the plain

And the wavin' wheat and sure smell sweet

When the wind comes right behind the rain

Oklahoma

Every night my honey lamb and I

Sit alone and talk

And watch the 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

Oh yippe yo I ay

We're only saying you're doin' fine

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We know we belong to the land

And the land we belong to is grand

And when we say

Oh I yippe yo ee ay

We're only sayin'

You're doin' fine

Oklahoma Oklahoma OK

We know we belong to the land

And the land we belong to is grand

And when we say

Oh I yippe yo ee ay

We're only sayin'

You're doin' fine

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