Oklahoman Son (Live From Oklahoma City) - Zach Bryan

Lyrics by：Zach Bryan

When I get back to Oklahoma

I'll be a little better off than I am right now

And you talk so strong but you can't stand straight

How'd you fall for a man I've grown to hate

And I can drive you by where I learned to curse

He's got his creased dress whites

In an all black hearse

Why's the green more green in the east of Eden

Swing on by 'cause I know you ain't eaten

Did the city beat your a*s like the trash you are

There's still smoke smell in your old fast car

You can't hide where you're from

With nightcrawler blood on your castin' thumb

You can fight and fiend and sell your guns

But you'll always be the Oklahoman son

You'll always be the Oklahoman son

When I get back to Oklahoma

I'll be a little better off than I am right now

I can't buy her a house like I swore I would

When I was a naive and eager child

And money can't buy no friend of mine

And money can't buy me back no time

You can't hide where you're from

With nightcrawler blood on your castin' thumb

You can fight and fiend and sell your guns

But you'll always be the Oklahoman son

You'll always been the Oklahoman son

You'll always be the Oklahoman son

You can't hide where you're from

With nightcrawler blood on your castin' thumb

And you can fight and fiend and sell your guns

But you'll always be the Oklahoman son

You'll always be the Oklahoman son

You'll always be the Oklahoman son