Where sixty-nine meets forty There's a single-stoplight town And back when I was really young A part of that burned down On any given Friday night We'd drive a hundred miles Between the Sonic and the grocery store Laughing all the while With as many friends as I could pack In my daddy's Ford But I ain't in Checotah anymore My hotel in Manhattan Holds more people than our town And what I just paid for dinner Would be a down payment on a house I'd rather be tipping cows in Tulsa Than hailing cabs here in New York But I ain't in Checotah anymore I'm in a world so wide It makes me feel small sometimes I miss the big blue skies The Oklahoma kind In a world of long red carpets The bright lights of Hollywood All the paparazzi flashing Could make a girl feel pretty good You can get anything you want here Except a Wal-Mart store But I ain't in Checotah anymore I'm in a world so wide It makes me feel small sometimes I miss the big blue skies The Oklahoma kind Where the Wildcats beat the Iron heads Old Settler's Day and the Okra Fest After prom, down at the bowling lanes Catching croppy fish in Eufala lake I ain't in Checotah anymore Oh, yeah I'm in a world so wide It makes me feel small sometimes I miss the big blue skies The Oklahoma kind But I ain't in Checotah No, I ain't in Checotah Oh, there's nothing like Oklahoma Where sixty-nine meets forty There's a single-stoplight town