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It ain't the pink-blue skies or the way the sun dies in the evening Ain't the sage or the windmills out where the thunder rolls Ain't a poster on the wall from the '99 fall, when Ragweed filled this bar It's an Okie gal that stole this Tennessee heart I should roll on down the highway I should put this two-tone half ton in the wind Ain't coming home, probably shoulda told ya But I just can't leave Oklahoma It ain't the open road, no matter which way to go, just to clear your mind It's not the four-way stop, with the old Blair bar and the flashing light It ain't the flatland farms or the dried-up ponds I'm passing by It ain't the shelter belt that stood there and held strong since '39 I should roll on down the highway I should put this two-tone half ton in the wind Ain't coming home, probably shoulda told ya But I just can't leave Oklahoma They say sooner or later the cowboy leaves But no, not me I should roll on down the highway I should put this two-tone half ton in the wind Ain't coming home, probably shoulda told ya But I just can't leave Oklahoma No, I just can't leave Oklahoma From Letras Mania