Where 69 meets 40, There's a single stop light town, And back when I was really young, A part of that burned down, On any given Friday night, We'd drive a hundred miles, Between the Sonic and the Grocery Store, Laughing all the while, With as many friends as I could pack, In my daddy's Ford, But I ain't in Checotah anymore. [Chorus 1:] My hotel in Manhattan, Holds more people than our town, And what I just paid for dinner, Would be a down payment on a house, I'd rather be tipping cows in Tulsa, Than hailing cabs here in New York, But I ain't in Checotah anymore. I'm in a world so wide, It makes me feel small sometimes, I miss the big blue skies, The Oklahoma kind. [Chorus 2:] In a world of long red carpets, The bright lights of Hollywood, All the paparazzi flashing, Could make a girl feel pretty good, You can get anything you want here, Except a Wal-Mart store, But I ain't in Checotah anymore. I'm in a world so wide, It makes me feel small sometimes, I miss the big blue skies, The Oklahoma kind. [Chorus 3:] Where the Wildcats beat the Ironheads, Old Settler's Day and the Okra Fest, After prom, down at the bowling lanes, Catching cape fish in Eufaula lake, I ain't in Checotah anymore. I'm in a world so wide, It makes me feel small sometimes, I miss the big blue skies, The Oklahoma kind. But I ain't in Checotah, No I ain't in Checotah, Oh, there's nothing like Oklahoma. Where 69 meets 40, There's a single stoplight town.