Lyrics:

When I get back to Oklahoma**lf**I''ll be a little better off than I am right now**lf**And you talk so strong but you can''t stand straight**lf**How''d you fall for a man I''ve grown to hate?**lf**And I can drive you by where I learned to curse**lf**He''s got his creased dress whites in an all black hearse**lf**Why''s the green more green in the east of Eden?**lf**Swing on by ''cause I know you ain''t eaten**lf**Did the city beat your ass like the trash you are**lf**There''s still a smoke smell in your old fast car**lf**You can''t hide where you''re from**lf**With nightcrawler blood on your casting thumb**lf**You can fight and fiend and sell your guns**lf**But you''ll always be the Oklahoman son**lf**You''ll always be the Oklahoman son**lf****lf**When I get back to Oklahoma **lf**I''ll be a little better off than I am right now**lf**I can''t buy her a house like I swore I would**lf**When I was a naive and eager child**lf**And money can''t buy no friend of mine**lf**And money can''t buy me back no time**lf**You can''t hide where you''re from**lf**With nightcrawler blood on your casting thumb**lf**You can fight and fiend and sell your guns**lf**But you''ll always be the Oklahoman son**lf**You''ll always be the Oklahoman son**lf****lf**You can''t hide where you''re from**lf**With nightcrawler blood on your casting thumb**lf**You can fight and fiend and sell your guns**lf**But you''ll always be the Oklahoman son**lf**You''ll always be the Oklahoman son