Oklahoma Lyrics & Chords By Common Rotation

When I was younger I used to get angry at the girls
Then I grew a little older and got angry at the world
For a while I spent my time getting all pissed off at traffic lights
But even that got boring you know it seemed so trite
These days I'm reserved to fulfill a quota
From a list I received from a man from Minnesota
....I got it off the internet, it read....

There's a skyline in Oklahoma, stretches out over the corn
It can lead a horse to water, in the wake of the dawn
Catch a train from the desk in the office, give you more time to think
Ride it out to the bible belt, but hey man, will you drink?

At the age of six I'd ride piggy-back up the stairs
Into my room and kneel beside my bed to say my prayers
When I got older I found out about Santa and the Easter Bunny
Relieved about the boogie man but that Jesus rap seemed like another ploy for money
So with this and technology there's a growing distraction
That connects us all and blocks my satisfaction

There's a skyline in Oklahoma, stretches out over the corn
It can lead a horse to water, in the wake of the dawn
Catch a train from the desk in the office, give you more time to think
Ride it out to the bible belt, but hey man, will you drink?

I hear those California girls are mighty pretty
Shine like the bright lights over New York City
Oklahoma's sunset has color but so does autumn in Central Park
But at least you know it's safe to go walking after dark
I've decided I'd have to reach a happy medium
I'll check off my list of points and what other people see in them
When I die they can read me the gospel
Put a eulogy on the internet if it's possible
To tell the world I tried real hard to fufill a quota off a list
I recieved from the man from Minnesota

There's a skyline in Oklahoma, stretches out over the corn
It can lead a horse to water, in the wake of the dawn
Catch a train from the desk in the office, give you more time to think
Ride it out to the bible belt, but hey man, will you drink?
There's a skyline in Oklahoma