Where 69
meets 40,
There’s a
single stop light town,
And back
when I was really young,
A part of
that burned down,
On any given
Friday night,
We’d drive a
hundred miles,
Between the
Sonic and the Grocery Store,
Laughing all
the while,
With as many
friends as I could pack,
In my
daddy’s Ford,
But I ain’t
in Checotah anymore.
My hotel in
Manhattan,
Holds more
people than our town,
And what I
just paid for dinner,
Would be a
down payment on a house,
I’d rather
be tipping cows in Tulsa,
Than hailing
cabs here in New York,
But I ain’t
in Checotah anymore.
I’m in a
world so wide,
It makes me
feel small sometimes,
I miss the
big blue skies,
the Oklahoma
kind.
In a world
of long red carpets,
The bright lights
of Hollywood,
All the
paparazzi flashing,
Could make a
girl feel pretty good,
You can get
anything you want here,
Except a
Wal-Mart store,
But I ain’t
in Checotah anymore.
I’m in a
world so wide,
It makes me
feel small sometimes,
I miss the
big blue skies,
the Oklahoma
kind.
Where the
Wildcats beat the Ironheads,
Old
Settler’s day and the Okrafest,
After prom,
down at the bowling lanes,
Catching
crappie fish in Eufaula lake,
I ain’t in
Checotah anymore.
I’m in a
world so wide,
It makes me
feel small sometimes,
I miss the
big blue skies,
the Oklahoma
kind,
But I ain’t
in Checotah,
No I ain’t
in Checotah,
Oh, there’s
nothing like Oklahoma.
Where 69
meets 40,
There’s a
single stoplight town.
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