We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;
We don't take our trips on LSD
We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street;
We like livin' right, and bein' free.
Yes, sir
We don't make a party out of lovin';
We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;
We don't let our hair grow long and nasty and dirty,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.
Everybody sing one time
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
Yes, sir
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all.
Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear;
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen.
And football's still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids they still respect the college dean.
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
And we still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.
