Lyrics Oklahoma! - Mormon Tabernacle Choir , Rodgers

They cain't pick a better time to start in life
It ain't too early and it ain't too late

Started as a farmer with a brand new wife

Soon be livin' in a brand new state

Brand new state
Gonna treat you great

Gonna give you barley, carrots and potaters

Bless you for the cattle, spinach and tomaters

We'll always own the prairie where the June bugs zoom
Plenty of air and plenty of room

Plenty of room to swing a rope

Plenty of corn and plenty of hope

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain

And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain

Where the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain

Oklahoma, every night my honey lamb and I
Every night my honey lamb and I

We sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand

And when we say

Yeeow!

I-yip-i-o-e-ay

Yeeow!

We're only sayin' you're doin' fine
Oklahoma, Oklahoma, OK!

Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
Where the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain
Oklahoma, every night my honey lamb and I
Every night my honey lamb and I
We sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand
Yeeow, yeeow, yeeow, yeeow, yeeow, yeeow, yeeow
And when we say
Yeeow!
I-yip-i-o-e-ay
Yeeow!
We're only sayin' you're doin' fine
Oklahoma, Oklahoma, you're OK!
Oklah—, —homa, —homa, —homa, —homa
Oklah—, —homa, —homa, —homa, —homa
Oklah—, —homa, —homa, —homa, —homa

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand
And when we say

Yeeow!

I-yip-i-o-e-ay

Yeeow!

We're only sayin' you're doin' fine
Oklahoma, Oklahoma, OK!
Oklah—, —homa, —homa, —homa, —homa
Oklah—, —homa, —homa, —homa, —homa
Oklah—, —homa, —homa, —homa, —homa

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand
And when we say

Yeeow!

I-yip-i-o-e-ay

Yeeow!

We're only sayin' you're doin' fine
Oklahoma, Oklahoma, OK!
Oklah—, —homa, —homa, —homa, —homa
Oklah—, —homa, —homa, —homa, —homa
Oklah—, —homa, —homa, —homa, —homa
Oklah—, —homa, —homa, —homa, —homa

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand
And when we say

Yeeow!