I don't need a man to show me the way
Back to Oklahoma
I just need a fast freight and one night and one day
To be back in Oklahoma
Be it dusty or muddy or windy or warm
Back in Oklahoma
When the noon sun gets too hot
We'll find us a cool spot
Back in Oklahoma

There's rattlers and tattlers and born-again tractors
Back in Oklahoma
There's chicken hawks and cakewalks and bohunks and podunks
Back in Oklahoma
Well the truckstops here, I'm glad to be near
My home in Oklahoma
So tonight I'll pray, tomorrow's the day
I'll be waking up back in Oklahoma

I'd used to pray for the day I could move away
Far from Oklahoma
I wanted the bright lights, got tired of jump-starting truckers wives
Back in Oklahoma
But the path to lights dimmed, I started missing them
Back in Oklahoma
So I pointed my Pontiac toward that little country shack
Back in Oklahoma

Wildcatters drill dry wells deeper than Satan's hell
Back in Oklahoma
Where honky-tonk pickers got to brown-bag their liquors
Back in Oklahoma
At Saturday night fish fry that jug will send me sky high
Back in Oklahoma
When Sunday morning comes around
You'll find my head bowed down
Back in Oklahoma

The twister can lift me the sun can blister
My back in Oklahoma
I'm diggin' onions and 'taters fried and fatback and 'maters
Back in Oklahoma
They got moon pies and Nehis and women with beehives
Back in Oklahoma
Though I don't need the champagne
Keep your watch and gold chain
I'm retiring back in Oklahoma