"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! A-yip-i-o-e-ay! We're only sayin' You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!"