I Ain't in Checotah Anymore

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