There's a highway across the prairie, there's a jet trail across the sky,
there's a pain in me from the things I see, and I'm just too tired to care why.
Like the local weed, I grow crazy, like the cactus, I grow wild.
Well, there's truth and there's dreams, and I'm stuck in between.
Between, left with an emptiness inside.
The Oklahoma wind just keeps on blowing, it never stops to think, it just keeps going.
Lord, if I could have my way, I'd be just like my friend, like the Oklahoma wind.
Ooh.
Like the Oklahoma wind.
Tumbleweeds roll through the city, city trucks roll through the plains.
Sadness rolls through me cause I long to be.
Free, and I know that I'll never break these chains.
Like the local weed, I grow crazy, like the cactus, I grow wild.
Well, there's truth and there's dreams, and I'm stuck in between, left with an emptiness inside.
Ooh.
The Oklahoma wind just keeps on blowing, it never stops to think, it just keeps going.
Lord, if I could have my way, I'd be just like my friend, like the Oklahoma wind, like the Oklahoma wind.
Ooh.


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