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 Christmas waltz in an old black hearse Why's the green more green than the east of Eden Swing on by cause I know he ain't eatin' Do the city beat your ass like the trash you are There's still a smoked smell in your old fast car You can't hide where you're from With night crawler blood on your casting phone You can fight and fiend and sell your guns But you'll always be the Oklahoman's son You'll always be the Oklahoman's 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 naive and eager child And 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 night crawler blood on your casting phone You can fight and fiend and sell your guns But you'll always be the Oklahoman's son You'll always be the Oklahoman's son You can't hide where you're from With night crawler blood on your casting phone You can fight and fiend and sell your guns But you'll always be the Oklahoman's son You'll always be the Oklahoman's son