Zach Bryan - Oklahoman Son lyrics
Zachary Lane Bryan [Okinawa, Japan/Oologah, Oklahoma, U.S.]
[Zach Bryan - Oklahoman Son lyrics]
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 crease stressed 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 ass
Like the trash you are?
There's still smoke smell in
Your old fast car
You can't hide where you'rе from
With nightcrawler blood on your castin' phone
You can find and fiend and sеll 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 naïve and eager child
And money can't buy an old 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' phone
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 can't hide where you're from
With nightcrawler blood on your castin' phone
You can fight and fiend and sell your guns
But, you'll always be the Oklahoman son
You'll always be the Oklahoman son
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 crease stressed 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 ass
Like the trash you are?
There's still smoke smell in
Your old fast car
You can't hide where you'rе from
With nightcrawler blood on your castin' phone
You can find and fiend and sеll 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 naïve and eager child
And money can't buy an old 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' phone
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 can't hide where you're from
With nightcrawler blood on your castin' phone
You can fight and fiend and sell your guns
But, you'll always be the Oklahoman son
You'll always be the Oklahoman son