Oklahoma Gordon MacRae

Brand new state, Brand new state, gonna treat you great!
Gonna give you barley, carrots and pertaters
Pasture fer the cattle, Spinach and Termayters!
Flowers on the prairie where the June bugs zoom
Plen'y of air and plen'y of room
Plen'y of room to swing a rope!
Plen'y of heart and plen'y of hope!
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain
Oklahoma, ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a 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, yeeow-yip-i-o-ee ay!
We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma! Oklahoma, okay