We're writing songs about old Henry And the crops won't ever grow I've got a pipe dream About finding my way home I've got Hank Jr. on the radio And Johnny in my soul I'm just a tumbleweed Out on the open road So throw your boots on baby Lace them things up tight Buckle up now baby You're in for a ride [Chorus:] Cuz if it's Oklahoma that's calling Then it's to Oklahoma we're going Yeah if there's hope for those who follow me We can find it on the I-135 Well, then open hearts a broken heart At least that's what they say Oh, then my heart's about as open as can be Oh, then I'm okay with searching Through that southern comfort In that Mason-Dixon That was drawn out just for me Just for me, yeah [Chorus] (Oklahoma's calling, baby) So throw your boots on baby Lace them things up tight Buckle up now baby You're in for a ride [Chorus] We're writing songs about old Henry And the crops won't ever grow I've got a pipe dream About finding my way home