or
George Jones

We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee,
We don't take no trips on LSD;
We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street,
But, We love livin' right, and bein' free.

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 shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.

And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball;
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
White lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.

Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear,
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen;
A football's still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids here still respect the college dean.

Now, I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball;
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
White lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.

White lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all

Written by BURRIS, ROY EDWARD / HAGGARD, MERLE
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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