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Things I'd do to be back in Oklahoma
Kicking around at a home town bar
I've dined with kings and queens in the city
I filled my plate and then I filled it more
My cup's still kind and safe,
it's half empty
And I'm jealous when the sweat drops to the
floor
And I walk the alleys trying to find myself a kick drum
Or a man to cover a slow John Prine song
But in spite of myself I just can't stop thinking
Paradise awaits me back home
Boys are breaking bottles down here on the streets of London
And the women here, they look like movie stars
Things I'd do to be back in Oklahoma
Kicking around at a home town bar
