Were writing songs about old Henry And the crops wont ever grow Ive got a pipe dream About finding my way home Ive got Hank Jr. on the radio And Johnny in my soul Im just a tumbleweed Out on the open road So throw your boots on baby Lace them things up tight Buckle up now baby Youre in for a ride [Chorus] Cuz if its Oklahoma thats calling Then its to Oklahoma were going Yeah if theres hope for those who follow me We can find it on the I135 Well, then open hearts a broken heart At least thats what they say Oh, then my hearts about as open as can be Oh, then Im okay with searching Through that southern comfort In that MasonDixon That was drawn out just for me Just for me, yeah [Chorus] Oklahomas calling, baby So throw your boots on baby Lace them things up tight Buckle up now baby Youre in for a ride [Chorus] Were writing songs about old Henry And the crops wont ever grow Ive got a pipe dream About finding my way home
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