I've heard stories about those towns Where everyone just hangs around Never to far from your church or your momma's house
I was always made to leave I was born with two strong wings Turned dirt to dust and never looked back
But there's a little part of me That wonders who I would be
In only Oklahoma If I was still tucked under those watercolor painted skies Oh sometimes I wonder If I'd chose the other If I was right in front of what I left behind I could have got a job, coulda raised a family But could I make a living lovin' life way out there In only Oklahoma
I've got pictures on my fridge Of that same life I could have lived I hope my grandma understands
Cause I've got stories I could tell I've made a name for myself No I wouldn't change a thing
But there's still a part of me That wonders who I would be
In only Oklahoma If I was still tucked under those watercolor painted skies Oh sometimes I wonder If I'd chose the other If I was I right in front of what I left behind I could have got a job, coulda raised a family, but could I make a living lovin life way out there In only Oklahoma
We've all plans got plans, we've all dreams But just 'cause you left don't mean you leave
Oh Oklahoma Tucked me up under those watercolor painted skies Oh God I wonder If I'd chose the other If I was I right in front of what I left behind I could have got a job, coulda raised a family, but could I make a living lovin life way out there Could I make a living lovin life if I stayed there In only OklahomaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
