I'm a homesick lonesome hillbilly Okie
Lonesome for the Cookson hills
I came up north to work in the factory
To make a bunch of dollar bills
But I met a little gal, she was working in the factory
Now she's my loving wife
We got ourselves some half-Yankee babies
And I'm stranded here for life
Blue skies of Oklahoma stop calling to me
Cause smokey old smoke stacks are all I'll ever see
I get to work 40 hours every week in the factory
Then I just get by
I'm a homesick lonesome hillbilly Okie
And I will be till I die
Once I started in to save myself a little money
In case I get to go back
But before I got my debts all paid
The union called a strike
Then the doggone credit came so easy
But the payments came so high
I'm a homesick lonesome hillbilly Okie
And I will be till I die
Blue skies of Oklahoma stop calling to me.....