I am just a Yankee boy, born and bred in Boston Where there ain't no wide open spaces to get lost inBut out here that's all there is And when the wind gets blowing, it makes a certain sound Almost like the ocean There's a new moon And the latest country tunes Droning on the radio Oklahoma, Oklahoma I'm so far away from home And I'm feeling low and lonesome tonight As the wind howls in from across the great divide I know I'm only standing on a giant's shoulders I ain't getting no younger and this world keeps getting colder Sometimes I feel I'm barely on my way to where I'm bound Sometimes I wish I could lay this hammer down Hellfire and brimstone There's some preacher Droning on... the radio Oklahoma, Oklahoma I'm so far away from home And I'm feeling low and lonesome tonight As the wind howls in from across the great divide Oklahoma, Oklahoma I'm so far away from home And I'm feeling low and lonesome tonight As the wind howls in from across the great divide