Mark Erelli - Oklahoma

^FI am just a Yankee boy, ^Cborn and bred in Boston ^Bb Where there ain’t no wide open ^Cspaces to get lost in But out ^Fhere that’s all there ^Cis And ^Dmwhen the wind gets ^Cblowing, it ^Bbmakes a certain sound ^CAlmost like the ocean ^Gm

There’s a new moon ^C And the ^A7latest country ^Dmtunes ^EbDroning on the ^Bbradio

Okla^Fhoma, Okla^Dmhom^Ca I’m so ^Bbfar away from ^Fhome And I’m feeling low and lonesome to^Bbnight As the ^Cwind howls in from across the great di^Dmvide

I ^Fknow I’m only standing ^Con a giant’s shoulders I ain’t ^Bbgetting no younger and this ^Cworld keeps getting colder Some^Ftimes I feel I’m ^Cbarely on my ^Dmway to where I’m ^Cbound ^Bb Sometimes I wish I could ^Clay this hammer ^Gmdown

Hellfire and brimstone ^C There’s some ^A7preacher Droning ^Dmon.^Eb.. the ^Bbradio

Okla^Fhoma, Okla^Dmhom^Ca I’m so ^Bbfar away from ^Fhome And I’m feeling low and lonesome to^Bbnight As the ^Cwind howls in from across the great di^Dmvide

Okla^Fhoma, Okla^Dmhom^Ca I’m so ^Bbfar away from ^Fhome And I’m feeling low and lonesome to^Bbnight As the ^Cwind howls in from across the great di^Dmvide