Where 69 meets 40,
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There's a single stop light town,
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And back when I was really young,
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A part of that burned down,
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On any given Friday night,
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We'd drive a hundred miles,
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Between the Sonic and the Grocery Store,
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Laughing all the while,
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With as many friends as I could pack,
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In my daddy's Ford,
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But I ain't in Checotah anymore.
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My hotel in Manhattan,
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Holds more people than our town,
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And what I just paid for dinner,
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Would be a down payment on a house,
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I'd rather be tipping cows in Tulsa,
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Than hailing cabs here in New York,
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But I ain't in Checotah anymore.
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I'm in a world so wide,
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It makes me feel small sometimes,
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I miss the big blue skies,
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the Oklahoma kind.
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In a world of long red carpets,
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The bright lights of Hollywood,
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All the paparazzi flashing,
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Could make a girl feel pretty good,
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You can get anything you want here,
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Except a Wal-Mart store,
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But I ain't in Checotah anymore.
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I'm in a world so wide,
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It makes me feel small sometimes,
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I miss the big blue skies,
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the Oklahoma kind.
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Where the Wildcats beat the Ironheads,
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Old Settler's day and the Okrafest,
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After prom, down at the bowling lanes,
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Catching crappie fish in Eufaula lake,
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I ain't in Checotah anymore.
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I'm in a world so wide,
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It makes me feel small sometimes,
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I miss the big blue skies,
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the Oklahoma kind,
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But I ain't in Checotah,
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No I ain't in Checotah,
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Oh, there's nothing like Oklahoma.
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Where 69 meets 40,
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There's a single stoplight town.
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I Ain't In Checotah Anymore
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| Carrie Underwood |
