There's a Detroit woman with a loving look in her eye
And she never did me wrong, that's no lie
When I said I was leaving she tried hard not to cry,
cry,
cry
But I packed up my clothes and my old guitar
I threw all my junk in the back of my car
I blew her a kiss and I waved bye-bye
It's back,
back,
back to Oklahoma once again I don't want you
to think that you won't always be a friend
But there's roots inside me you don't understand I gotta go back,
gotta go back home again
In New York City there's a brightly burning flame
In the heart of a woman and I know she calls my name
Though I tried to please her my memories stayed the same,
same,
same
So I packed up my clothes and my old guitar
I threw all my junk in the back of my car
I blew her a kiss,
couldn't play the game It's back,
back,
back to Oklahoma once again
I don't want you to think that you won't always be a friend
But there's roots inside me you don't understand I gotta go back,
gotta go back home again
There won't be no big welcoming committee
Just a lonely girl and a tiny little son
Who never had a chance to know his daddy
Cause all his daddy knew to do was run
Now my windshield wiper keeps beatin' my song
And the one that licks it on me is the drive-along
And it's good to be doin' right instead of wrong,
wrong,
wrong
Well I got all my clothes and my old guitar
I'm heading on home with my junk in my car
It's gonna be good where I belong
It's back, back, back to Oklahoma
once again I don't want you to think that you won't always
be a friend But there's roots inside me you don't understand
I gotta go back, gotta go back home again
I gotta go back, gotta go back home again
I gotta go back, gotta go back home again