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When I get back to Oklahoma I'll be a little better off than I am right now And you talk so strong but you can't stand straight How'd you fall for a man I've grown to hate? I can drive you by where I learned to curse He's got his crease stressed whites in an all black hearse Why's the green more green in the east of Eden? Swing on by 'cause I know you ain't eaten Did the city beat your ass like the trash you are? There's still smoke smell in your old fast car You can't hide where you're from With nightcrawler blood on your casting phone You can find and fiend and sell your guns But you'll always be the Oklahoman son You'll always be the Oklahoman son When I get back to Oklahoma I'll be a little better off than I am right now I can't buy her a house like I swore I would When I was naïve and eager child And money can't buy an old friend of mine And money can't buy me back no time Letras de cancionesYou can't hide where you're from With nightcrawler blood on your casting phone You can fight and fiend and sell your guns But you'll always be the Oklahoman son You'll always been the Oklahoman son You can't hide where you're from With nightcrawler blood on your casting phone You can fight and fiend and sell your guns But you'll always be the Oklahoman son You'll always be the Oklahoman son From Letras Mania