(One, two, three, four)
The boys are breakin' bottles out here
on the streets of London
The women here,
they look like movie stars
Things I'd do to be back in Oklahoma
Kickin' around at a hometown bar
And I've dined with kings
and queens in the city
I filled my plate and then I filled it more
But my cup's still kind
and stays half-empty
And I'm jealous
when all the sweat drops hit the floor
And I walk the alleys tryna find myself a kick drum
Or a man cover a slow John Prine song
But in spite of myself,
I just can't stop thinkin'
That paradise awaits for me back home
The boys arе breakin' bottles down herе
on the streets of London
And the women here,
they look like movie stars
Things I'd do to be back in Oklahoma
Kickin' around at a hometown bar