Oklahoma

Oklahoma
(Oscar Hammerstein, Richard Rodgers)

[Native chanting]

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

O-klahoma
Where the wind comes sweeping down the plain
And the waving wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain

O-klahoma
Every night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Making lazy circles in the sky

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand
And when we say
Yeow
Ayipioeeay
Ow
Were only saying
You’re doing fine Oklahoma
Oklahoma, OK

Okla-Homa, Okla-Homa
Okla-Okla-Okla Hom

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand
And when we say
Yeow
Ayipioeeay
Yeow
Were only saying
You’re doing fine Oklahoma
Oklahoma
O – K – L – A – H – O – M – A
Oklahoma

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