Six pack
Stereo
20 minutes to the show
Wet roads

Heavy loads
Runnin' lotsa friday nights
The boys are in the back
With a bottle and a steel guitar

Hollywood sunset
Haven't seen the worst yet
Singin' songs at the top of our lungs
Smackin' everybody's hands

As they're slidin' through the alley
And we drive into the local bar
Well, rain or shine
Yeah, man

We're in an Oklahoma state of mind
Pop stars
Porn stars
Sixty thousand dollar cars

Hollywood women with the venom still in 'em
They got my TV rights
Your dirty cosmopolitan and wine
We got Nascars

Strip bars
American made cars
Country rockin' women now to get up and get 'em
We got Budweiser beer

Jim Beam
Jack
Tequila and lime
Well, everybody's got their own definition of just their kind

Not me
I'm in an Oklahoma state of mind
Well, don't be scared of the rhythm
You can dance to this just fine

Yeah, put yourself in an Oklahoma state of mind
Yeah
When the hollywood nights come then here I'll stay
And there's a big attitude in dallas way

Well, Isay O.K.L.A.H.O.M.A!
Ow!
Now don't be scared of the fiddle
You can dance to this just fine

Get yourself in an Oklahoma state of mind
Cut off T-Shirts and leather mini skirts
With the big armed boys and red red girls
Cowboy hats and tony lama's

Crimson and wine
She got it if you don't write
You're jeans aren't too tight
And it ain't my fault she caught

You out here tonight
Trustin me to force em in
And getting' me to get it all night
Well if you nip off again

You might get knocked on your behind
Sweat Boy
Yeah, man
I'm in an Oklahoma state of mind

Well they're stringin' beers
And we'll dance on into the night
Yeah
Put yourself in an Oklaho- ha-ha ooh

Writer : KANE, CHRISTIAN/CARLSON, STEVE/EASTMAN, CRAIG
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing