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,
Then 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 skys,

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 sky,
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 crappie 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 sky,
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.