Lyrics:

Well, it's hotter than Hell down here in Oklahoma.
I guess that I might as well get used to it and quit my moanin'
'Cause the Devil, he's alive and well, and he's found himself a new poem.

Well, he's burnin' the wheat and drinkin' up all the water.
Do a rain dance Mama, and lay your life at the alter.
We're all gonna drown in a drought if it gets any hotter.

I was leavin' Oklahoma. I had to make me some new friends,
'Cause the Devil, he cooked all the books, and he burned all the blueprints.
Well, he ran for office, and he won. Now, we got ourselves a new prince.

Now, I'm stuck at the border. I ain't on their checklist.
They said, 'We don't like you Okies down here. You're a little too reckless.'
Well, maybe Oklahoma's hotter than Hell, but it's better than Texas.