It's always about this time of year
The tourists have left
Their cars disappeared
And all the hills come alive in privacy
The waterbugs slid
And washed down the stream
We step over rocks with our unsteady feet
And all the sunshine above has rescued me
We are left to ourselves in the summer heat
Oklahoma, get to know you're my friend
Coming over Texas' border again
And down in the hollows covered with grass
I'm pitching a tent 'cause I'm not coming back

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