There's a bright golden haze on the meadow.
There's a bright golden haze on the meadow.
Where corn is as high as an elephant's eye, and it looks like its taking right up to the sky.
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Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day. I got a beautiful feeling everything's going my way.
All the cattle are standing like statues
All the cattle are standing like statues
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by, but a little brown maverick is winking her eye.
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All the sounds of the earth are like music
All the sounds of the earth are like music
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Oh what a beautiful day...
When I take you out tonite with me, honey, here's the way its gonna be. We will sit behind a team of snow white horses in the slickest gig you've ever seen.
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry when I take you out in the surrey. When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top.
Watch that fringe and see how it flutters when I drive them high steppin' strutters. Nosey folks will peek through their shutters and their eyes will pop.
The wheels are yellow, the upholestry's brown, the dashboard's genuine leather with isinglass curtains you can roll right down in case there's a change in the weather.
Two bright sidelights winkin' and blinkin'. Ain't no finer rig I'm a thinkin' You can keep your rig if you're thinking that I'd care to swap for that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top.
"Would you say the fringe was made of silk?"
All the world will fly in a flurry when I take you out in the surrey. When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top. When we hit that road, hell fer leather, cats and dogs will dance in the heather. Birds and frogs will sing all together and the toads will hop. The wind'll whistle as we rattle along, the cows will moo in the clover. The river will ripple out a whispered song and whisper it over and over.
Don't you wish it'd go on forever (x3)
and you'd never stop in that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top.
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain. Where the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet when the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma, every night my honey lamb and I, sit alone and talk and watch a hawk making lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land and the land we belong to is grand. And then we say...
Yow! I-yip-i-yoe-a! We're only saying..
You're doing fine, Oklahoma, Oklahoma, ok!