There's a detour sign o'er a road that winds out on the broad highway. But the place for me is the sign I see: T-U-L-S-A, straight ahead!
There's a railroad crossin' and the bus a-rockin', just takin me away. Well, I'll pass the time 'till I see that sign, T-U-L-S-A, straight ahead!
Gonna settle down when I reach that city fair. I'm homeward bound, and I know I'll soon be there.
Where the tall corn grows and the black oil flows in old O-K-L-A In the middle of it all, I hear that call, T-U-L-S-A, straight ahead!
Gonna settle down when I reach that city fair. I'm homeward bound, and I know I'll soon be there.
Now there's no use talkin' 'cause I'll get there walkin' if there's just no other way. 'Cause I read that sign on the old state line, T-U-L-S-A, straight ahead!