Lyrics:

When I get back to OklahomaI''ll be a little better off than I am right nowAnd you talk so strong but you can''t stand straightHow''d you fall for a man I''ve grown to hate?And I can drive you by where I learned to curseHe''s got his creased dress whites in an all black hearseWhy''s the green more green in the east of Eden?Swing on by ''cause I know you ain''t eatenDid the city beat your ass like the trash you areThere''s still a smoke smell in your old fast carYou can''t hide where you''re fromWith nightcrawler blood on your casting thumbYou can fight and fiend and sell your gunsBut you''ll always be the Oklahoman sonYou''ll always be the Oklahoman sonWhen I get back to Oklahoma I''ll be a little better off than I am right nowI can''t buy her a house like I swore I wouldWhen I was a naive and eager childAnd money can''t buy no friend of mineAnd money can''t buy me back no timeYou can''t hide where you''re fromWith nightcrawler blood on your casting thumbYou can fight and fiend and sell your gunsBut you''ll always be the Oklahoman sonYou''ll always be the Oklahoman sonYou can''t hide where you''re fromWith nightcrawler blood on your casting thumbYou can fight and fiend and sell your gunsBut you''ll always be the Oklahoman sonYou''ll always be the Oklahoman son