Homesick for Oklahoma,
I'm wonderin' how that fate
has carried this ol' Okie boy (& Girl)
far from his native state.
The other side looked greener,
and I ventured forth to roam,
but now the green is fadin',
and I want to go back home.
and the grub that these folks make.
I miss that muddy river
just a flowin' around the bend
and the sight of windmills spinnin'
in that never-ending wind.
I long for the smell of horses
and the sound of cows a bawlin'
and alfalfa blooms of purple
And the wavin' wheat and prairie grass
and a little country town
and a thunderstorm in April
with a torrent beatin' down.
that far off driftin' sound,
and the way they pop and falter,
And I think of those wild sunsets,
splattered clear across the sky.
No other place can match 'em,
Those evenin's in the front yard,
out beneath a million stars,
we could see clear to the highway,
and we'd count the passin' cars.
Good Lord, I miss the homefolks,
the best I ever knew.
I wonder how many still are left.
There's bound to be a few.
I shouldn't sit here thinkin',
just making myself sad,
but those days in Oklahoma
From my land of birth and childhood,
I've moved away so far,
and folks should be contented
But, I'm battlin' with homesickness,
and it's shore a terrible fight,
'cause back in Oklahoma's