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

Then hailing cabs here in New York

I’m in a world so wide

It makes me feel small sometimes

I miss the big blue sky

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

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

Oh yeah

But I ain’t in Checotah

No I ain’t in Checotah

Oh there’s nothing like Oklahoma

There’s a single stoplight town