Well it’s rainin’ down in Houston
And I got holes in both my shoes
Baby’s put me on the street
She says «I’m through with you»
She thinks I’m gonna miss her
Someone tell her that she’s wrong
I’m goin’ back to Oklahoma, boys
‘Cause that’s where I belong
I need one good ride
I’ll be satisfied
Come on Oklahoma borderline
If we roll all night
She’ll be comin’ into sight
Come on Oklahoma borderline
Well now I don’t need no Texas girl
Doggin’ me around
I may be a Okie, son