Oklahoma State of Mind      Six pack   Stereo   20 minutes to the show   Wet roads   Heavy loads   Runnin' lotsa friday nights   The boys are in the back    With a bottle and a steel guitar    Hollywood sunset   Haven't seen the worst yet   Singin' songs at the top of our lungs    Smackin' everybody's hands   As they're slidin' through the alley    And we drive into the local bar    Well, rain or shine   Yeah, man   We're in an Oklahoma state of mind    Pop stars   Porn stars   Sixty thousand dollar cars   Hollywood women with the venom still in 'em   They got my TV rights   Your dirty cosmopolitan and wine    We got nascars   Strip bars   American made cars   Country rockin' women now to get up and get 'em   We got budweiser beer   Jim Beam   Jack   Tequila and lime    Well, everybody's got their own definition of just their kind   Not me   I'm in an Oklahoma state of mind   Well, don't be scared of the rhythm   You can dance to this just fine   Yeah, put yourself in an Oklahoma state of mind    Yeah   When the hollywood nights come then here I'll stay   And there's a big attitude in dallas way   Well, Isay O.K.L.A.H.O.M.A!   Ow!   Now don't be scared of the fiddle   You can dance to this just fine   Get yourself in an Oklahoma state of mind    Cut off T-Shirts and leather mini skirts   With the big armed boys and red red girls   Cowboy hats and tony lama's   Crimson and wine    She got it if you don't write   You're jeans aren't too tight   And it ain't my fault she caught    You out here tonight   Trustin me to force em in    And getting' me to get it all night    Well if you nip off again    You might get knocked on your behind   Sweat Boy   Yeah, man   I'm in an Oklahoma state of mind   Well they're stringin' beers    And we'll dance on into the night   Yeah   Put yourself in an Oklaho- ha-ha ooh