I've heard stories about those towns
Where everyone just hangs around
Never to far from your church or your momma's house
I was always made to leave
I was born with two strong wings
Turned dirt to dust and never looked back
But there's a little part of me
That wonders who I would be
In only Oklahoma
If I was still tucked under those watercolor painted skies
Oh sometimes I wonder If I'd chose the other
If I was right in front of what I left behind
I could have got a job, coulda raised a family
But could I make a living lovin' life way out there
In only Oklahoma
I've got pictures on my fridge
Of that same life I could have lived
I hope my grandma understands
Cause I've got stories I could tell
I've made a name for myself
No I wouldn't change a thing
But there's still a part of me
That wonders who I would be
In only Oklahoma
If I was still tucked under those watercolor painted skies
Oh sometimes I wonder If I'd chose the other
If I was I right in front of what I left behind
I could have got a job, coulda raised a family, but could I make a living lovin life way out there
In only Oklahoma
We've all plans got plans, we've all dreams
But just 'cause you left don't mean you leave
Oh Oklahoma
Tucked me up under those watercolor painted skies
Oh God I wonder If I'd chose the other
If I was I right in front of what I left behind
I could have got a job, coulda raised a family, but could I make a living lovin life way out there
Could I make a living lovin life if I stayed there
In only Oklahoma