Lyric I Ain t In Checotah Anymore

Where 69 meets 40,
There s a single stop light town,
And back when I was really young,
A part of that burned down,
On any gien Friday night,
We d drive a hundred miles,
Between the Sonic and the Grocery Store,
Laughing all the while,
With as many friends as I could pack,
In my daddy s Ford,
But I ain t in Checotah anymore.

My hotel in Manhattan,
Holds more people than our town,
And what I just paid for dinner,
Would be a down payment on a house,
I d rather be tipping cows in Tulsa,
Then hailing cabs here in New York,
But I ain t in Checotah anymore.

I m in a world so wide,
It makes me feel small sometimes,
I miss the big blue skies,
The Oklahoma kind.

In a world of long red carpets,
The bright lights of Hollywood,
All the paparazzi flashing,
Could make a girl feel pretty good,
You can get anything you want here,
Except a Wal-Mart store,
But I ain t in Checotah anymore.

I m in a world so wide,
It makes me feel small sometimes,
I miss the big blue skies,
The Oklahoma kind.

Where the WIldcats beat the Ironheads,
Old Settler s day and the Old confess,
After prom, down at the bowling lanes,
Catching crappy fish in your lake,
I ain t in Checotah anymore.

I m in a world so wide,
It makes me feel small sometimes,
I miss the big blue skies,
The Oklahoma kind.
But I ain t in Checotah,
No I ain t in Checotah,
Oh, there s nothing like Oklahoma.

Where 69 meets 40,
There s a single stoplight town.