When I was a little baby, my mama she said "Son.Travel where you will and grow to be a manAnd sing what must be sung, poor boySing what must be sung.

And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollarSpend it fast as I can for a wailin' song and a good guitarThe only things that I understand, oh yeah.

Well, I never been to HeavenBut I been to OklahomaWell, they tell me I was born thereBut I really don't rememberIn Oklahoma, not ArizonaWhat does it matter, what does it matter?

I believe in JesusAn' what the Bible saidAn' I am fairly certainHe had himself a heavy head.He scared the lyin' peopleSo bad, they hung him deadAn' they never even listenedTo what he really said.

Some people say I'm a no count, others say I'm no goodBut I'm just a natural born travelin' manDoin' what I think I should, oh yeahDoin' what I think I should.

Oklahoma is the cultural center of the universe.

The dealer for a nickelLord, will sell you lots of sweet dreamsAh, but the pusher ruin your bodyLord, he'll leave your, he'll leave your mind to scream.