Oh take me north of Texas,
Where the wild persimmon grow
To the land of dark, red water
And the folks I used to know.
Out where unlucky ter’pins
Are squashed flat on the roads
With all the shiny Coors cans
And the scaley brown horned toads.
So take me south of Kansas
To the spot I long to be
To where they think a blackjack’s
An ordinary tree
I long to see my homeland
In the springtime that is nigh
And sit and watch the twisters
Making circles in the sky
Out were the banks and oil men
Are waiting to go bust
And the swimming schools of catfish
Raise a summer cloud of dust.
Show me autumn’s farmers
And the crops they’ve grown so well
And let me help them harvest
The wheat they’ll never sell.
I long for winter breezes
And the cheery, nippy days
For fun I’ll go walking
In snow that falls sideways.
Somewhere west of Arkansas
I’ll go just where I can
Almighty God have mercy
I’m an Oklahoma man.
