Oklahoman Son - Live From Oklahoma City

Hey, so I got a lotta, lotta, love for Oklahoma, it's, um

It's in my blood, it's where I was raised, I'm gonna try to not mess this song up and not cry

So, bear with me

When I get back to Oklahoma

I'll be a little better off than I am right now

You talk so strong but you can't stand straight

How'd you fall for a man I've grown to hate?

And I can drive you by where I learned to curse

He's got his creased dress 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 castin' thumb

And you can fight 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 a naïve and eager child

But money can't buy an old friend of mine

And money can't buy me back no time

You can't hide where you're from

With nightcrawler blood on your castin' thumb

You can fight and fiend and sell your guns

But you'll always be the Oklahoman son

You'll always be the Oklahoman son

You'll always be the Oklahoman son

You can't hide where you're from

With nightcrawler blood on your castin' thumb

And you can fight and fiend and sell your guns

But you'll always be the Oklahoman son

You'll always be the Oklahoman son

You'll always be the Oklahoman son