It's always about this time of year The tourists have left Their cars disappeared And all the hills come alive in privacy The waterbugs slid And washed down the stream We step over rocks with our unsteady feet And all the sunshine above has rescued me We are left to ourselves in the summer heat Oklahoma, get to know you're my friend Coming over Texas' border again And down in the hollows covered with grass I'm pitching a tent 'cause I'm not coming back