Riding on this airplane flying machine Leaving Oklahoma chasing a dream Maybe it was crazy to pack up just like that and go Hope, I ain’t wrong I hope LA’s glad to see me Tulsa won’t even know I’m gone
Got somebody’s number a friend of a friend They got a place for me and my guitar to sit in Cause you never know who’ll be out there At the show hearin’ my song I hope LA likes my number Tulsa won’t even know I’m gone
Well, I play that country music seven nights a week I sing at a steak house on the by-pass I can do it in my sleep This time I got to show them all what I got inside Come to pick up that ole guitar and lay it on the line
I play a little music seven nights a week I’ll sing at a steak house on the by-pass I can do it in my sleep This time I’m gonna show them all what I got inside Gonna pick up that ole guitar an lay it on the line
Riding on this airplane flying machine leaving Oklahoma Chasing a dream hope someday they say some good things About me and my songs I hope LA’s glad to see me Tulsa won’t even know I’m gone
I hope LA’s glad to see me Tulsa won’t even know I’m gone Ohoo ohoo…