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! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine,
Oklahoma!
Oklahoma! O.K.!
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You've got five years on us. Congrats. :-)
I was going to post something like this, but I was a little busy. Same goes for the one about Levi's birthday. Did I tell you that on the 16th we had a tornado watch? I decided God knew it was Oklahoma statehood day, and was helping those of us in exile celebrate :)
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