We don’t smoke mar i jua na if a in Mus ko gee,

and we don’t take our trips on L.

S.

(C)D.

And we don’t burn our draft cards down on Main Street,

but the we like liv ing right and be ing (F)free.

And I’m proud to be an O kie from Mus ko gee;

a place where e ven squares can have a ball.

We still wave Ol’ Glo ry down at the court house,

white light ning’s still the big gest thrill of all.

Leath er We don’t make mar a par ty if a out of lov ing,

but we like hold ing hands and pitch ing (C)woo.

And We don’t let our hair grow long and shag gy

like the hip pies out in San Fran cis co (F)do.

And I’m proud to be an O kie from Mus ko gee;

a place where e ven squares can have a ball.

We still wave Ol’ Glo ry down at the court house,

white light ning’s still the big gest thrill of all.

Leath er